Sweet Wife in My Arms

No one had ever seen the scar on her face, except for her three children. They were never afraid of her. They would even touch her scar out of curiosity and rub their faces on hers as if to comfort her.

Yan Huan raised her head when Lu Yi took over Xunxun. She was curious as to where he was taking her.

"They have to go back."

Lu Yi freed one of his arms, perhaps intending to raise it, but did not do so in the end as Yan Huan was still wary of him. She had not really felt relieved over him, nor lowered her guard toward him.

Unlike the three children who only had adoration and love toward her, he was a man, her husband, which was why she was still afraid of him.

Yan Huan's mouth trembled slightly underneath the mask. She turned and walked into her own room before closing the door. She understood, she understood very clearly.

The three children could not stay there all the time. The precious first year she lost had been compensated by Ye Shuyun and the others.

She could not be so selfish. The children not only need their mother, they also need their grandparents.

Lu Yi brought the three children outside. Outside stood Ye Shuyun and the three children.

"Why won't you let us go up?" Ye Shuyun carried her granddaughter over. She was so full of affection as she just could not stop kissing her. She missed her grandchildren so much in these few days of not seeing them. Also, what was the matter with her son? What is he hiding in the house? Why won't he let them go in?

"Oh, nothing." Lu Yi did not say much. Instead, he just put his hands on his daughter's cheeks.

"Daddy will come to pick you up in a few days. Be good, alright?"

"Okay." Xunxun nodded her little head firmly, looking delicate and adorable. Coupled with the fact that she could talk so much now, it just made Ye Shuyun want to burn some incense to thank the Buddha.

Great, now let's see who would dare to say that my little granddaughter is a mute.

"By the way, has Lu Qin been found?"

Ye Shuyun casually asked Lu Yi while carrying Xunxun in her arms.

"Yes, he has been found," Lu Yi answered lightly. "He is now in the hospital."

"No wonder," Ye Shuyun sneered. "They came over to complain to your dad, saying that Lu Qin was beaten up. Yet, everyone was gossiping that it was done by someone who was harmed by him to get revenge. "

"Don't be bothered with your second brother's business. Let them settle the debts they owed by themselves."

"I know, mother."

Lu Yi bit lightly on his thin lips. There was no need for Ye Shuyun to mention those, it never even crossed his mind to interfere with Lu Qin's matter. Lu Qin's life or death did not concern him at all.

Ye Shuyun brought her three grandchildren back as Old Master Lu was coming that day. He would surely make complaints if he did not get to see them, which was why the three had to go home. Of course, she missed them really much too. Since the three children were brought up by her since birth, she adored them immensely and could not bear to miss them for even one more day.

"Here Xunxun, call me nana."

Xiao Qi and Xiao Guang had been calling her nana many times, but her little granddaughter had not even called her once.

Xunxun bated her huge beautiful eyes and smiled.

"Nana." Her voice sounded soft, sweet, and milky. Not just Ye Shuyun, even Lu Jin could not bear not to laugh.

"Wonderful, my Xunxun can finally talk."

Ye Shuyun kissed her granddaughter adoringly a few more times, not forgetting to boast to Lu Jin about her granddaughter calling her nana, making Lu Jin quite jealous.

How come Xunxun had not learned to call me yet? This can't be it, I must have her call me grandpa today, it should be easier to pronounce than Nana. Since Xunxun already knows how to call Nana, there is no reason that she would not know how to call Grandpa, right?

Yan Huan was by the window at the same time, just looking out. There was nothing to block her view from the thirteenth floor so she could span the entire area. Her gaze followed the car and followed it as it left until it went out of her sight.

The door outside opened with a creak. Her body trembled slightly, but she did not move. She knew that he would not come too close to her so she was still safe. No one would know what happened to her face or what she had been through.

However, she felt some warmth down her back all of a sudden, coming through her clothes, penetrating straight into her skin.

She wanted to scream and run. She wanted to struggle; she was nearly in hysteria.

Yet, she only gasped and did not say anything, unmoving.

An iron-like long arm tightened around her waist. She could feel his muscles and he could feel her boney frame.

How could anyone be this thin? Yet, there she was, with hardly any flesh on her. She was all but a skeletal frame. Also, her legs which were perfectly straight were now crippled. How did his Huanhuan become like this?

"Huanhuan..." The man's voice seemed to be choking as he pressed his chin against the top of her head. Suddenly, a drip was heard as if a drop of rain fell from the sky.

The droplet fell and landed right on Yan Huan's face. It was not cold but slightly warm.

The man's voice was all choked up and his nasal sound was heavy.

That was when Yan Huan knew, he cried. It was the second time she saw him cry, and he was crying because of her.

"You didn't die, that's good enough…" the man's chest was heaving as he talked with his sobbing voice. He maintained his position to know that she was still there. He wanted to make sure that he did not lose her, and that he could still see her in this lifetime.

"It doesn't matter to me what you have become. Crippled or disfigured, as long as you are alive, as long as you are able to stay alive."

Yan Huan bit her lips forcefully and felt a sharp pain on her tongue. She had bitten her tongue and she could taste the blood.

Suddenly she squatted down and hugged her own body tightly. She broke down completely, wailing out loud.

She was terrified, really terrified.

"Don't be afraid, don't cry." Lu Yi hugged her whole body in his arms. Her bones were hurting from his hug, and her bones were also hurting his body.

How could she be this thin, how?

However, Yan Huan did not cry, she did not utter a sound. Like small creatures, they were licking their own wounds while staying in each other's warmth. How long has it been? How many good times have we been through in this lifetime? Did it even accumulate to a year?