e office of political

ed the class five minutes early, not even having time to assig

ssfully drawing Fu Mingyi's attention. "If you don't go to th

, what's your relationship with her?

conversation away from this little troublemaker, asking Yuhan, "Sin

ally?" Fu Mingyi ruffled her ha

, Yuhan practica

.

Mingyi planned to take her to the hospital for an

other instinctively when the accident happ

rs old and suffered

school for him, with dedic

ved, her brothe

ther sitting alone in front of the canvas, brushing dif

es sof

ainting. Both I and other teachers believe he

ove doodling at home. Later, my parents put up lig

yi could easily sketch out a

"Is it possible for

cour

boy was fair-skinned, with the same beautiful eyes a

ed at him

tically greeted like any other person would, her brother just glanc

mile wave

"He loves painting the most. Wou

eyes, trying to hold her brother's small hand. Luckily, he

od outside, quietly discussin

re, and according to current medical standards,

r best," the

he months when Yuhan was in a coma at the hospital, he had taken Yuhan's

looked throu

nestly watching Yuhan's brother pa

hed in the sunset's afterg

her orig

camera on his phone a

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