C954 The Painting

Yu Jun Han moved his hand and a light flashed. A silk scroll appeared in his hand. He handed the scroll over and said, "Little Yu, open it and see."

The soft voice woke up Feng Yu. She raised her head and looked at the scroll in front of her. There was a faint struggle in her eyes.

"Don't be scared. I won't hurt you. Open it and see. Hmm?"

Yu Jun Han saw her hesitation. His throat moved slightly and a soft voice came out.

"Okay."

Feng Yu nodded her head. She suppressed all her struggles and stopped hesitating. She reached out her hand and took the scroll over. She gently opened it.

On the white paper, a beautiful picture appeared in her eyes. In the rain of cherry blossoms, a beautiful girl was holding a flower and smiling.

The girl was about eighteen years old. She was wearing a white dress. Her eyes were like a painting. She was extremely beautiful. In the pink rain, she was stunning.

Feng Yu's eyes widened. Her heart tightened. All of her attention was attracted by the girl in the picture. Was this her?

Those delicate facial features were so familiar. They were exactly the same as hers. Was this her? This face was obviously hers.

However, why didn't she know that she had worn such clothes and drawn such a picture?

Furthermore, the girl in the picture was obviously older than her. What was going on?

“How is it? Is it the same as you?”

Just when she was confused, Yu Junhan’s voice sounded again. Feng Yu raised her head and saw the pair of silver eyes.

She nodded subconsciously and asked in a confused voice, “Brother Yu, is this me?”

“Heh…”

Yu Junhan couldn’t help but laugh. She felt that it was very interesting. When did this girl look so smart? He didn’t expect her to ask such a funny question.

Was it her? Shouldn’t she recognize her at first glance?

Although they looked very similar, they were different. As long as they were carefully identified, they could be distinguished.

He shook his head and said with a smile, “Little Yu, the woman in the painting isn’t you. She’s my aunt, called Yu Luochi. She’s Little Mo’s mother.”

“Oh, so she’s Little Mo’s mother,” Feng Yu said in surprise. “She looks exactly like me. No wonder Little Mo looks so similar to me. He must be like her mother.”

Since she was Little Mo’s mother, why did she look so similar to her? She didn’t believe that there was such a coincidence in the world.

Furthermore, when she looked at the woman in the painting, she felt a subtle feeling from her bloodline.

When she heard that it was Little Mo’s mother, she couldn’t help but feel jealous of Little Mo. What the hell? Why did she feel that way?

Yu Junhan smiled coldly and said, “Little Yu, aren’t you curious why your aunt looks exactly the same as my aunt?”

How could she not be curious? Feng Yu was dying of curiosity, but she suppressed her urge and smiled as she said, “The world is so big. There are all kinds of weird things. Maybe it’s just a coincidence.”

“How can there be so many coincidences?”

Yu Junhan smiled and shook his head. He picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. He said, “Before my aunt gave birth to Little Mo, she had a daughter. I even held my cousin when I was young.”

He seemed to have fallen into his memories. His eyebrows and eyes were filled with nostalgia.

Feng Yu’s heart skipped a beat. She suddenly felt like she couldn’t breathe. She was so nervous that she didn’t know what to do.

She clenched her fists and said with a trembling voice, “Oh? Brother Yu, you have a cousin? Can you tell me?”

Yu Junhan looked at her meaningfully and said, “Of course. About sixteen years ago. I was six years old then and I was already very sensible.”

“My aunt went out once and when she came back, she carried a soft little girl. Then, she announced to the entire Feather Race that it was her daughter.”

“Since I was young, I was close to my aunt. When I saw my aunt’s cousin, I naturally liked her very much. I often helped my aunt take care of her cousin.”

“My cousin sister didn’t have a name at that time. Aunty called her Yu, and I also called her Yu. Yu is our surname. I really like my cousin sister’s name.”

“My cousin sister lived in the Feather Race for two whole years. One day, Aunty said she was going to send my cousin sister away. I didn’t understand and didn’t want Aunty to send my cousin sister away. I begged Aunty, and it was the first time I cried since I was born.”

“But in the end, my cousin sister was sent away. From then on, I didn’t have any news of my cousin sister. I asked Aunty why she sent my cousin sister away countless times, but she only told me that she did it for my cousin sister’s sake. I couldn’t understand it at that time, so I hated Aunty and couldn’t let it go for a long time.”

“Three years passed just like that. After Aunty went out and came back, she brought Little Mo back. Little Mo looked very much like my cousin sister when she was young. I liked Little Mo at first sight.”

“At that time, I swore that Aunty had already sent my cousin sister away. So, no matter what, I couldn’t let Aunty send Little Mo away again.”

“After that, Aunty was going to leave again. Before she left, she entrusted Little Mo to me and told me to take good care of Little Mo. After Aunty left, she never came back. Later on, I took over Aunty’s position and became the leader of the Feather Race.”

Yu Junhan’s calm voice was filled with emotion as he talked about the past. One could hear that he missed that time very much.

He missed his cousin and his aunt.

Feng Yu looked up at him and asked nervously, “You showed me this painting because you want to tell me that I am your cousin?”

He had said that his cousin’s name was Yu’er and his father had told her that her name was Yun Yu when he had just sent her back.

However, when he had passed her to his uncle, his uncle wanted to give her a new identity so he had changed her name to Yun Ningruo.

Her name was sixteen years old and her face was exactly the same.

Feng Yu didn’t dare to think about it anymore.

Yu Junhan nodded and said, “Yes, Little Yu. From the first time I saw you, I knew that you are my cousin. You are sixteen years old now.”

Feng Yu nodded and said, “Yes, I’m sixteen years old. I will be seventeen in a few months.”

Yu Junhan smiled and said, “Little Yu, do you dare to go with me to find the answer?”

Although he had already confirmed that the girl in front of him was definitely his cousin, he had to give her evidence if he wanted her to accept his identity.