Chapter 1272: Can You Draw a Picture for Me?

She rarely thinks about some long-distant past events in recent years, because it always makes her heartache when she thinks about them, including her marriage to Mo Yixuan.

Sometimes she even wonders, if she hadn't taken the initiative to pursue him and appeared in his life, would he have had a better life and wouldn't have married another outstanding girl? Let's grow old together and enjoy our old age in peace.

Instead of being alone like this.

Mo Yixuan smiled lightly and suddenly pointed at the things on the table that He Xiyan had brought over.

The thing was wrapped in colored drawing paper and looked like a picture frame.

Only then did He Xiyan remember that she had brought something for him.

He walked to the coffee table, picked up the things he had brought, and then unfolded the colorful drawing paper in the packaging. Soon a beautiful embroidery appeared.

She embroidered it this year. It was an early spring picture. In the picture, two magpies were perching on a willow tree. It took her two months to embroider it.

Mo Yixuan looked at the beautiful embroidery, which was well embroidered and lifelike.

"Did you...did you embroider it?" He asked in a hoarse voice, still unable to speak clearly.

He Xiyan pursed her lips and smiled, nodding vigorously.

"I embroidered it. I learned embroidery from a master five years ago. I can embroider some simple patterns. This embroidery is for you. If you like, you can hang it in your room."

Mo Yixuan nodded slightly.

"The embroidery is... very... very good." Mo Yixuan said intermittently. After speaking, he coughed twice.

He Xiyan quickly poured him a glass of water, fearing that he would not be able to hold the cup firmly. She handed the cup to his mouth and fed him to drink it herself.

Mo Yixuan's cold body seemed to be heated up by the glass of water. He suddenly stretched out his hand and gently held He Xiyan's wrist.

He Xiyan was stunned and looked at Mo Yixuan doubtfully. Some people don't understand his behavior at this time.

"I..." Mo Yixuan paused, as if he was afraid that he couldn't explain clearly. He coughed twice and cleared his throat, "I... think, I want you to... draw for me, draw a picture. Painting. Like before, before.”

Although he spoke intermittently, He Xiyan could understand him. She bit her lip, looking a little embarrassed.

“I didn’t bring my brushes or easel,” she said.

Without drawing tools, she could only draw on a notebook, which turned into graffiti.

Mo Yixuan, "Mo Ling's studio, there is one in the studio."

He Xiyan understood. She nodded and said:

"Okay, you wait here, I'll get it upstairs."

He Xiyan didn't know why she agreed to help him paint. At this time, she just hoped that he could regain his hope in life and live happily.

Soon, all the painting tools were taken down.

He Xiyan came to the hall again.

She placed the easel about five meters away from the sofa, and then moved a stool over.

"Are you painting how you look now?" He Xiyan asked.

I still didn't understand what Mo Yixuan meant. He only said that he wanted her to draw a picture for him, but he didn't say what it was.

Mo Yixuan showed a faint smile. He paused for a while and said, "Whatever you want, but don't make me look ugly."

He Xiyan picked up the brush. She bit her lip and seemed to be hesitating when she started writing. It wasn't until two or three minutes passed that she started to write. She outlines some lines and patterns carefully, switching to other colors of brushes from time to time.