Chu Xiu's arm was wrapped in gauze. Over the years, she had gained much weight, making her appear bloated and weary with a sallow complexion, lacking any spirit.
Although Bao accidentally cut Chu Xiu's arm with scissors, knowing his intelligence was still at the level of a two or three-year-old, he surely didn't mean to hurt her.
When Zhou Ping saw Lin Yan enter, she quickly grabbed her arm and whispered, "Go calm your sister down, I'm really afraid she'll do something rash. Bao has undergone rehabilitation for so many years without any improvement, and I thought at least he'd be able to care for himself. Now, forget self-care. I'm afraid he might develop mental issues and become uncontrollable and hurt someone."
Lin Yan looked at Bao. At eight years old, he was plump and not short, quite chubby, resembling a round steamed bun.
Chu Xiu had been able to take care of him these past two years, but Lin Yan really didn't know what Chu Xiu would do as Bao grew older.