The Sickly Scion's Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Chapter 894: Sweet Worldly Beauty

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The third lantern also had a child on it. The child wore a tiger hat and held a small wooden sword in his hand. He pursed his lips and looked ahead with a

serious expression, making Shen Yijia howl in her heart.

“This is too cute. I want to kiss, hug, and raise it high.” she thought.

After drooling at the lantern for a long time, Shen Yijia reluctantly hung it back and went to get the fourth one.

Unlike the previous three lanterns, which only had one child drawn, on the fourth lantern, the child looked about the same size as the third lantern, but there was a pink swaddling cloth in his arms.

From the color of the swaddling clothes, it should be a baby girl.

The child carried another smaller baby awkwvardly with his short hands. He looked extremely comical. Shen Yijia was so amused that she grinned.

However, when she noticed the flower bud between the baby’s eyebrows, her laughter paused. Her heart was filled with an inexplicable emotion.

On the fifth one, the boy held the girl’s hand and taught her to walk.

On the sixth one, the boy gave his little wooden sword to the girl.

The seventh one…

The eighth one…

The ninth one…

The further he looked, the more familiar the boy and girl’s faces became. If she could tell from the flower bud between the girl’s eyebrows that it was her, the boy was clearly her beautiful husband.

There were a total of 19 lanterns. The last one showed the two of them standing facing each other in wedding clothes.

Her beautiful husband was drawing the ten years that the two of them had never met!

Shen Yijia touched the lanterns in front of her. A tear quietly fell on the back of her hand.

Afraid that tears would fall on the lantern and ruin the painting, she quickly wiped it with her sleeve, but a hand quickly grabbed hers.

Shen Yijia turned around and saw Song Jingchen’s face through her tears. She glanced at him and pounced on him. “Hubby…”

Song Jingchen was shocked. His heart ached as he hugged her and asked, “Why are you crying? Don’t you like this gift?”

Shen Yijia leaned her head against his chest and shook her head repeatedly. “I like it… I like it too much..

How could she not like such a beautiful life?

However, Song Jingchen wasn’t in her childhood at all. There was only a courtyard and a group of white coats surrounding her, letting her bleed and cutting off her flesh.

No one taught her how to walk, read, or practice martial arts. She was actually very stupid when she was young. She only learned to stand up when she was three years old.

She didn’t say anything, but Song Jingchen remembered what she had once said about being imprisoned. His heart ached, and his grip gradually tightened.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry that I didn’t meet you sooner.”

“I’m sorry to have missed you for fifteen years.” “I’m sorry you had to go through so much.”

“I’ll be here from now on.”

There were no flowery words in that promise. There were only six short words.

After the discomfort in her heart passed, Shen Yijia snuggled in his arms and rubbed her tears and snot against his clothes. She looked uD and said in embarrassment, “Didn’t you already draw it? You’ve always been here.”

Song Jingchen saw her small actions and found them funny and heartbreaking.

He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips. He said in a low voice,

“Yes.”

He only pressed down a little, but as soon as he raised his head, a hand grabbed his lapel.

“I want more.” Shen Yijia pulled him down and tiptoed to kiss him. Song Jingchen’s eyes darkened, and he took the initiative to deepen the kiss.

The moonlight was strong, and his breathing was getting heavier. It was so quiet that only their heartbeats could be heard.

This kiss lasted for a long time. Sensing that the person in his arms was breathing less heavily, Song Jingchen reluctantly let go of her and pressed his forehead against hers.

“Why haven’t you learned to breathe?” he teased in a hoarse voice.

Shen Yijia pouted indignantly. “I’ll learn if you do it again.”

Song Jingchen chuckled and kissed her lips. “Alright, let’s go back to the house and try.”

With that, he bent down and picked her up. He walked straight to the room behind him.

Under the moonlight, more than ten lanterns fluttered in the wind. The people in the painting seemed to have come alive, making up for their irreparable regrets..