As Liu Qiyue basked in the spring sun and watched her husband seriously painting, she couldn't help but smile.
After they married, Liu Qiyue had stored all the paintings that Meng Chuan had drawn of her. She often took the collection out to look at them.
"How beautiful," said Meng Chuan softly when he looked at Liu Qiyue before lowering his head to continue painting.
Liu Qiyue couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Meng Chuan had discovered a different kind of beauty in the pregnant Liu Qiyue. It was a stunning beauty, a beauty that belonged to a mother.
The woman in front of me is my wife. She's pregnant with my children. How lucky am I? Meng Chuan was similarly filled with happiness. In this time of war, he cherished this moment of happiness. His intense happiness bled into his painting. As he drew, the Essence Soul in Meng Chuan's sea of consciousness began to emit a spiritual glow as it transformed.