Young Bride in a Lightning Marriage: Never Tired of Mr. Leon's Love

Lucy was disappointed.

Although she had a rough outline of each frame in her mind, whenever she tried to put pen to paper, she was met with various obstacles. Sometimes, the overall composition of the drawing was not in harmony, making it look awkward.

Other times, the lines in the little details were too messy and not seamless enough. These minor flaws affected the overall aesthetic.

Lucy set her drawing pencil aside, feeling at a loss.

Outside the window, a chirping bird of an unknown species perched on a nearby rooftop.

It caught Lucy's eye. When she looked over, she noticed that the evening sky had darkened with clouds gathering together. They chased the last remnants of daylight on the horizon... Not long after, a sense of drowsiness overcame her. She could no longer resist the urge to close her eyes.

It seemed like she was exhausted.

With so much going on in the past few days, it was no wonder Lucy was tired. Perhaps her dissatisfaction and inability to focus on her artwork were because of her fatigue.

She realized that she needed to take a break and relax.

not resist closing her eyes, regardless of

hand, drifting off to sleep before she was able to return it to its original

the door, but

She never liked to be disturbed while she

her, so he decided

her room for five or six hours straight and be nowhere to be found during mealtime. How could he let that happen? Lucy was already too fragile in Matthew's eyes. If she

"Wifey?"

asked patiently after knocking for a while with no

it open to find Lucy sitting

hand, carelessly fast asleep.

disheveled on both sides, and her crimson lips were slightly parted. She looked innocent and harmless in her

even

he could think about was how much Lucy was just like a child. was evening, and the temperature was dropping sharply, yet she fell asteep without even covering

"Wifey..."

not

"Wifey,