Chapter 750 - Fragile like Glass
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
"Then… mommy sleeps with daddy."
"No!"
The younger boy's face darkened.
"Why not?"
"Because…"
He pursed his lips in anger but did not know how to explain himself. Clenching his teeth, he suddenly tiptoed and threw the ball with his entire strength.
The ball flew into the sky and past the net; unexpectedly, mid-flight, its trajectory changed.
Little Yichen went to retrieve the ball, only to find Youyou lying on the sand in a bizarre pose when he looked again.
His initially thought was that his twin lacked exercise and drained his meager stamina to support himself on his feet. However, when he drew closer and saw the pain etched in his brother's face, he panicked.
He saw him clutching his chest with both hands as his face writhed in agony. His brother seemed to be unable to breathe and looked to be in extreme pain.
His body curled up into a ball and, just like a little shrimp with its back bent.
Little Yichen hurriedly carried him up and nervously rushed back to the castle.
…
Youyou shut his eyes tightly and pinched the paper bag over his mouth and nose as he breathed to the rhythm his mother had set.
He obediently followed the rhythm and adjusted his breathing accordingly. His symptoms were finally slightly alleviated.
Uncle Qiao brought the luggage over, and she took out a pile of bottles and jars from it. Little Yichen was gobsmacked at the sight.
Was this pile of medicines all taken by his little brother?
Was little brother sick?
But…
His gaze fell on the bed and on Yun Tianyou, whose face was gradually regaining its complexion; the latter was clearly the picture of health and did not look sickly at all.
Yun Shishi retrieved a small bottle of medicine, placed a few pills for emergency treatment inside, and walked over to the relapsing boy's side to put it in his inner pocket.
The boy looked calm, as if carrying medicine was a normal thing.
"Doesn't he need to take it now?" Mu Yazhe frowned.
"The symptoms are mostly gone, so there's no need. That batch is for when I'm not around and he's having a relapse - it's for emergency usage," she explained.
"So serious?"
"It's already a lot better compared to when he was younger." She smiled slightly and took a gander at Youyou, who was still breathing deeply into the paper bag. "When he was much younger, the relapse occurred frequently; it has decreased a lot now. The doctor said that it's best for him to undergo surgery, but Youyou is still too young. Doing the surgery now will be very risky; that's why we can only control it first."
"Mommy, why is little brother like this?" Little Yichen gently tugged on her clothes' hem.
He persisted in knowing what was going on to pay heed to it in the future!
He kept feeling that his brother was as fragile as glass; if not taken care of properly, it would shatter easily.
"Is this due to… me pulling him to play volleyball…"
"It's not."
She squatted slightly and gripped his shoulders. "Playing volleyball is fine; it's not caused by Little Yichen, too, so don't blame yourself, baby."
"If I didn't pull him to play volleyball, maybe this wouldn't happen…"
He looked at Youyou with a worried face.
Using the simplest terms, she explained, "His illness is related to the weak functioning of his heart. If he does tough exercises, it is easy to cause his heart to beat too quickly and too forceful. If he is too emotional, it will result in him breathing excessively fast."
Emotional?
He suddenly recalled that, when they were playing volleyball, Youyou's face revealed a rare smile as his desire to win spiked.
