Chapter 1271: Could You Please Draw a Portrait of Me?

She hardly thought about some events that happened in the past because her heart would hurt each time she thought about those events. This included her marriage to Mo Yixuan.

She would sometimes even wonder if he would be doing better if she hadn’t taken the initiative to court him and if she hadn’t appeared in his life. She also wondered if he would have married an outstanding woman and spend the rest of his life with that woman instead of growing old alone.

Mo Yixuan shot her a small smile and suddenly pointed at the item she left on the desk.

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

She finally remembered that she had brought something for him.

She walked to the table, picked up the item, and wrapped the colored paper to reveal a beautiful embroidery.

She had made it this year and it was an embroidery of a scene depicting the start of spring. It was a scene of two magpies resting on a willow tree and she had taken two months to complete this embroidery.

Mo Yixuan looked at the beautiful embroidery and he had to admit that it was beautifully done and the scene looked very realistic.

“Did…you embroider that?” he asked hoa.r.s.ely and didn’t manage to enunciate his words clearly.

He Xiyan smiled and nodded.

“I did it. I started learning embroidery from an old embroidery expert five years ago and I can now do some simple embroidery. This is for you. You could hang it up in your room if you like,” she said.

Mo Yixuan nodded.

“It’s…beautifully…done,” he stuttered before he started coughing.

She quickly poured a cup of water for him. She was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to hold the cup steady, so she held it to his lips and helped him hold the cup as he drank.

This cup of water seemed to warm his cold body. He suddenly stretched out his hand and gently wrapped it around her wrist.

She stiffened and looked at him in confusion. She didn’t know what was the reason behind his sudden action.

“I…” he said before he paused for a moment. He seemed afraid that he wouldn’t be able to speak clearly and coughed to clear his throat before he continued, “I… would like you…to draw me a picture, just as you did, just as you did before.”

He stuttered out his request but she understood him perfectly. She bit her lips and looked a little torn.

“I didn’t bring my drawing pencils and easel,” she said.

She could only sketch on a book without her art materials and this would not be a portrait but a random doodle.

He said, “You can find them in Mo Ling’s art studio.”

She nodded and said, “Alright. Wait a moment. I’ll head upstairs to get them.”

She didn’t know why she agreed to his request but she hoped that this would reignite his will to live and that he would live happily.

Soon, she took the art materials and returned to the living room.

She set up the easel five meters away from the sofa and brought a stool over.

“Do you want me to draw you as you are?” she asked.

She didn’t really understand what Mo Yixuan wanted. He had only requested a drawing but she didn’t tell her what he wanted her to draw.

He smiled and paused before he said, “You can draw whatever you like but please don’t make me too ugly.”

She picked up her pencil and bit her lips. She looked a little hesitant before she started to draw and finally started after she spent two or three minutes thinking about what she should draw. She carefully drew several lines and pictures and she would switch to a different colored pencil every once in a while.