Marrying the Paralyzed Young Master

Chapter 66: Light

When Sintia Wang was living in the Slum District, she had seen all kinds of frightening scenes. It's just a dark-style painting. He admitted that it was a little scary when he first saw her. However, it was only a visual shock that struck a mentally caught off guard. After the initial shock, the painting had nothing else.

Dean Yon looked at him with blank eyes and a flat face, he did not say anything.

"Of course, it's really not bad. It's rare that someone your age can paint like this. You must have practiced a lot, right?" Soma Haruka nodded. He was not stingy with his compliments. "You must really like drawing. So, you try out different genres of art. That's good."

Soma Haruka thought that Dean Yon loved painting so much, that the little boy was able to display his emotions on the canvas to the fullest, and let his emotions blend with the painting.

Soma Haruka was aware of Dean Yon's uneasiness, but she didn't want to have a long argument with him. As long as he didn't commit a mistake of principle, he would always be lenient towards his younger siblings. He had just joined the Yon family. So, it's normal for the children in the family not to

trust him completely.

Every child has their own personality. He was not an ancient guardian that required every child to be the same.

Dean Yon is very young. However, he was able to use colors in such a way, and his paintings could bring psychological pressure to people. This was enough to show his talent in painting.

"Sister-in-law, don't you think that's weird?" Dean Yon's expression became increasingly faint. "Don't you think I'm weird for drawing something like this? Don't you think I'm not normal?" Dean Yon started to come clean.

Wicked from birth, a freak, a sick person, a psychopath, and someone who will definitely commit murder and slaughter in the future. Ever since he first picked up the brush, these were the words his birth mother used to curse him repeatedly.

Because of this, his mother began to stay away from him and when rumors of Darel Yon committing murder circulated to the public, he was completely out of the Yon family residence and only went there when he needed money.

Soma Haruka did not reply, and did not want to answer. Instead, she spread out her beautiful palms. He said softly, "Can you lend me your brush?"

Dean Yon's face still had a strange expression that seemed to be mixed with a lot of emotions. He took the brush and handed it to his sister-in-law. Soma Haruka took the brush from her hand and asked, "Do you mind if I add some scratches to this painting?"

"No, I don't mind, Sister-in-law. Go ahead" replied Dean Yon. His sight then fell on the painting.

After carefully measuring the painting, Soma Haruka moved without hesitation. He immediately dipped the brush into the paint. In just a few strokes, he had drawn a living wildflower. Wildflowers bloomed next to the sitting boy with his hands wrapped around his knees.

With just a few moves, the originally silent painting is given new life and hope. The strange atmosphere broke, and warm flowers could bloom from the thorns of suffering. Life and hope also grew out of the mud.

As the original artist of the painting, the corner of Dean Yon's mouth trembled slightly. Complicated emotions seemed to surge in his chest again, causing his eyes to turn uncontrollably red.

"This grim painting became very beautiful. I didn't know that you could paint this well, Brother." Sintia Wang could not help but exclaim as her eyes filled with admiration. He glanced at his elder sister and nodded, "Is there anything that Kak Haruka does not know in this world? He's amazing!"

"Sister-in-law is absolutely amazing!" Mayuna Yon agreed and nodded her head excitedly, her eyes filled with pride.

"Since the beginning of Dean Yon's painting it's been good. I just added a few scratches to the painting." Soma Haruka refused the praise for her. He smiled as he stroked the heads of the two young women. Then, he turned to look at Dean Yon with his abstract expression. "At such a young age, you should not have bitter and vindictive thoughts. Even if the sky collapses, you mustn't be like that. Life gets better from now on."

He was obviously only twenty years old and was still regarded as a child in the eyes of many. However, when he said these words, it did not seem ridiculous. Instead, it is warm and reliable. It was as if as long as he was there with her, the sky would not collapse.

"Other times when we go to the house of Maestro Roseta, show this painting to Master Hadley."

Dean Yon's hand holding the canvas was slightly drawn. His knuckles were whitened and his gaze fell onto the canvas for a long time. After a while, he nodded gently. "All right, I'll listen to you, brother-in-law."

Years later, the young painter who had let go of his moody and lonely self stood on the grand podium, holding a golden trophy in his hand. He gave his acceptance speech on stage. Many people invited him to admire his paintings, many also wanted to buy and analyze his paintings.

However, they did not know that his favorite painting was not a famous painting that was lost without a trace, nor was it a work that had won many awards for him.

His favorite paintings, the ones he valued the most, and the ones he cared for the most, were the ones he made when he was young. The painting is amateurish and dangerous, but given a new life with just a few punches from someone special.

"Sister Haruka, I really don't know that you can draw very well." Sintia Wang took her hand and hugged spoiledly. He smiled with a licky expression, "Can you draw for me too?"

"Sintia Wang, since when did you become so greedy?" Soma Haruja's face was filled with helplessness and affection. "Well, if you want me to draw for you, then study hard when you go back to school. If your exam results make me satisfied, I'll draw for you, how?"

"Alright, then, we agree!" Sintia Wang was not afraid at all. He stuck out his pinky. "Sister Haruka, let's swear. "If you're lying, you should follow me all day!"