[Shuangjie, redemption story, emotional line without abuse]
——"My name is Chen Xia, male, seventeen years old. I killed someone, and that person was my biological father."
——"I took Chen Xia away from the detention center and temporarily hid him in my manor."
"Until he is willing to tell me what the truth is, or... The reason why he killed."
…
Ji Shiyan brought a young new butler back to the manor. The new butler seemed to have albinism. His hair, eyebrows, and skin were all white, and his eyes were a melancholic and fragile light gray.
The new butler has limited legs and feet and is always in a wheelchair. Ji Shiyan never lets him take care of things, and the old butler still takes care of everything.
The new butler seems to be unable to speak. No one has heard him speak since he entered the manor.
…
People in the manor actually know Chen Xia.
Ji Shiyan was Chen Xia's teacher.
Psychological counseling teacher.
Or rather a doctor.
…
Chen Xia rarely spoke in the manor and spent most of his time painting quietly.
Ji Shiyan watched quietly and stroked the soft hair on Chen Xia's head, "Why should the sky be painted gray and the ground red?"
Chen Xia didn't seem to hear and continued painting.
Ji Shiyan looked at the black house and the little girl with a torn blouse and skirt on the grass in the painting, and seemed to understand something.
…
Chen Xia was easily frightened and almost never fell asleep. She only felt better when she was close to Ji Shiyan.
Ji Shiyan often hugged him and let him sleep next to him.
Chen Xia wakes up very early every day and does not speak when he is hungry. He only bites Ji Shiyan's fingers until Ji Shiyan wakes up and feeds him.
Like a small alarm clock.
…
Ji Shiyan seemed to be particularly patient with Chen Xia, guiding Chen Xia step by step to draw more information, and then used that information to find out the truth bit by bit.
But what's more difficult than that is Chen Xia's condition.
Ji Shiyan worked hard for a long time, and finally there was a faint light in Chen Xia's gray pupils.
…
After Chen Xia recovered from his illness, he became particularly sticky to Ji Shiyan.
Ji Shiyan didn't pay much attention at first, until things finally got to the point where he even had to take a shower.
He sighed, put down the towel, turned around, bent slightly and approached the person in the wheelchair, calmly, "Do you have any weird stereotypes about doctors such as abstinence..."
Before he finished speaking, Chen Xia raised his head and pecked the corner of his lips.
Looking at Chen Xia's innocent eyes, Ji Shiyan's eyes dimmed, and he carried him into the bathroom, sighing, "You're asking for trouble..."
Chen Xia's eyes were as serious and gentle as ever, but there was no more suffering there: "I owe you, teacher."
Intention: The mist of the four seasons provides pens and inkstones, and the sunshine and rain of a building pay for every year.
