She rarely thinks about some long-ago past events over the years, because it always hurts when she thinks about it, including her marriage to Mo Yixuan.

She sometimes even thinks that if she hadn't taken the initiative to chase him before, and she hadn't appeared in his life, would he have had a better life, would he have married other excellent girls, grow old together, and enjoy his old age in peace.

Instead of being alone, like this.

Mo Yixuan smiled faintly, and suddenly pointed to the things He Xiyan took on the table.

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

Only then did He Xiyan remember that he had brought something to give him.

He walked over to the coffee table, picked up what he had brought, and unfolded the colored paper in the package, and soon a beautiful embroidery appeared.

She embroidered it this year, and it was an early spring picture of two magpies perched on a willow tree, which she embroidered for two months.

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

"Yes...... Do you embroider it? He asked, in a hoarse voice, still unclear.

He Xiyan pursed his lips and smiled, nodding his head vigorously.

"I embroidered it. I found a master five years ago to learn embroidery, I can embroider some simple patterns, this embroidery for you. You can hang it in your room if you like. ”

Mo Yixuan nodded slightly.

"Embroidered...... Very...... Very good. Mo Yixuan said intermittently. After speaking, he coughed twice.

He Xiyan hurriedly poured him a glass of water, afraid that he would not be able to hold the cup steadily, so she handed the cup to his mouth and fed him to drink it herself.

Mo Yixuan's cold body seemed to be warmed up by this glass of water, he suddenly stretched out his hand, and then gently held He Xiyan's wrist.

He Xiyan was stunned and looked at Mo Yixuan suspiciously. Some didn't understand his move at this time.

"I'm ......" Mo Yixuan paused, as if he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to speak clearly, he coughed twice more and cleared his throat, "I...... I want you to give me ...... Paint, paint a picture. Like before, as before. ”

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

"I didn't bring a paintbrush easel." She said.

Without drawing tools, she can only draw in a notebook, which becomes 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 go upstairs and get it."

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

Soon, all the tools for painting were taken down.

He Xiyan came to the hall again.

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

"Is it a picture of what you look like now?" He Xiyan asked.

Still a little didn't understand what Mo Yixuan meant, he only said that he wanted her to paint him a picture, but he didn't say what he painted.

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

He Xiyan picked up the paintbrush, she bit her lip, and seemed to hesitate when she put down the brush, and it wasn't until two or three minutes later that she started to write. She delicately sketches out lines and patterns, and from time to time she switches to a different color of paint.