Chapter 2 relatives

At the entrance of the office of political affairs and education.

Earlier, when Yuhan called, Fu Mingyi was in class. He dismissed the class five minutes early, not even having time to assign homework, and was now assigning homework in the class group.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Xie Yan looked around, successfully drawing Fu Mingyi's attention. "If you don't go to the infirmary soon, your wound might heal on its own," he said.

Xie Yan: "......" He lamented, "Uncle, what's your relationship with her? Why do you seem more like her uncle?"

This lively nephew was quite noisy. Fu Mingyi quickly diverted the conversation away from this little troublemaker, asking Yuhan, "Since we have time today, would you like to go see your brother later?"

Yuhan was overjoyed. "Can we really?" Fu Mingyi ruffled her hair, smiling gently, "Of course."

On the last step, Yuhan practically skipped down.

...

Yuhan was eager to see her brother. Originally, Fu Mingyi planned to take her to the hospital for an examination but changed plans at the last minute.

In the car that day, Yuhan shielded her brother instinctively when the accident happened, and they both miraculously survived.

Yuhan was seven years old and suffered from severe autism.

Fu Mingyi found a special school for him, with dedicated teachers to guide him.

When Yuhan arrived, her brother was painting.

Through a semi-transparent door, she saw her little brother sitting alone in front of the canvas, brushing different colors with great concentration and seriousness.

Her eyes softened.

The teacher praised, "Yuhan has a talent for painting. Both I and other teachers believe he will become an excellent artist in the future."

Yuhan rarely showed a smile. "My brother used to love doodling at home. Later, my parents put up light-colored wallpaper, allowing him to draw freely."

From her description, Fu Mingyi could easily sketch out a warm and happy little family.

He asked the teacher, "Is it possible for them to interact more?"

"Of course."

The teacher brought Yuhan's brother out. The little boy was fair-skinned, with the same beautiful eyes as Yuhan. "This is your sister. Say hi to your sister."

Yuhan looked at him expectantly.

She had protected him with her life, but instead of being enthusiastically greeted like any other person would, her brother just glanced at her before slowly lowering his head to play with his fingers.

Yuhan's smile wavered a bit.

The teacher quickly intervened, "He loves painting the most. Would you like to join him inside?"

Yuhan had anticipated this situation. She nodded with teary eyes, trying to hold her brother's small hand. Luckily, her brother didn't refuse and obediently went inside with her.

Fu Mingyi and the teacher stood outside, quietly discussing Yuhan's brother's condition.

In essence, Yuhan's brother's situation was severe, and according to current medical standards, the possibility of complete recovery was very low.

"We'll do our best," the teacher said.

Fu Mingyi had heard variations of these words many times before. During the months when Yuhan was in a coma at the hospital, he had taken Yuhan's brother to various hospitals, but all he received were discouraging news.

He sighed and looked through the window.

The girl sat on a small stool, earnestly watching Yuhan's brother paint, with a soft smile on her lips.

Her hair and body were bathed in the sunset's afterglow, radiant and dazzling.

Just like her original life.

Fu Mingyi opened the camera on his phone and found a good angle.

Click. The image froze.