Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor-Chapter 486 - 453 I’ll Wait for You

Xiao Yuhui had no extra thoughts about it; she always felt it was natural, right, and his privilege for her man to name their children.

But for Su Han, this only deepened his sense of guilt toward her.

"The one who should say sorry is me."

Su Han was silent, then said, "I should not only apologize to you but also to the children."

"You’ve come back, and to the children, that’s the biggest thing," Xiao Yuhui said with a sweet smile.

Looking at Xiao Yuhui, though she had children, she was still as beautiful as ever, and had matured a lot, exuding a kind of maternal glow compared to before.

This glow was even more captivating.

"Before I name the children, I want to give myself a name first," Su Han suddenly said.

"Name yourself? Don’t you already have a name?" Xiao Yuhui was taken aback.

Su Han smiled and said, "Now, I have another name, called ’Husband.’ This name, for now, you are the only one who can call me it, and moreover, you must."

Instantly, Xiao Yuhui’s face turned bright red, like a ripe apple, making one eager to take a bite.

"Come on, say it." Su Han kept a straight face, pretending to be serious.

"I..."

Xiao Yuhui hung her head low; although she had become a mother, she wasn’t mentally prepared for Su Han’s direct acceptance, let alone call him "Husband"...

"Not going to say it, eh?"

Su Han suddenly stepped forward, scooped Xiao Yuhui into his arms, and dashed towards the distance.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Xiao Yuhui exclaimed in surprise.

"It’s been two years since you’ve given birth, your body must have fully recovered, right?" Su Han said with a smile.

"You... what are you going to do?" Xiao Yuhui’s face turned scarlet, guessing Su Han’s intention.

"Two children, for me, just aren’t enough, haha!" Su Han laughed heartily.

"Oh you, stop it, the kids are still there, and you haven’t even named them yet, don’t... don’t be like this..."

Xiao Yuhui’s voice, half protesting, half inviting, grew more distant until it disappeared altogether.

And the two children stood there, watching as their parents vanished. They didn’t startle but opened their mouths wide, eyes brimming with admiration.

"Is that Dad? Can he really fly so fast?" the boy said.

The girl clicked her tongue and tapped the boy on the head with her pale finger, "It’s Mom, okay? Mom is really amazing, didn’t you see her holding Dad?"

"I think it’s Dad holding Mom," the boy said, slightly annoyed from being tapped on the head.

"Swoosh!"

Just then, a figure appeared before them.

"Father Shen Li!"

Seeing the figure, both children eagerly called out in reverence, their greatest admiration reserved for the Father Shen Li before them. Whether it was their mother holding their father or the other way around was already forgotten.

"Your father has said you can go out and play for a few days, but don’t overdo it. Once you turn four, you’ll have no chance to comprehend this Innate Holy Stele again, understand?" Shen Li said with a smile.

"Really?!"

The children’s eyes immediately lit up with little stars. Since they could remember, they’d always been in front of this Innate Holy Stele, never having seen the outside world.

At that moment, hearing Shen Li’s words, not only did their good impression of Su Han greatly increase.

Meanwhile, in the depths of Xiao Yuhui’s Xumi Ring of the Holy Son, came the playful hums, the shy frolicking, and the gradual rise of soft panting.

...

That night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

Inside the boudoir, Xiao Yuran sat in a daze.

Following the destruction of the God-Slaying Pavilion, the birth of the two children, and becoming an aunt, her once lively personality had also gradually become silent.

She did not hate her sister, after all that was her own flesh and blood, and she also doted on the two children enormously.

But, the man she had always felt would someday become her husband, had now become someone else’s husband.

And that ’someone else’ was her sister.

When Su Han had not returned, she could face it calmly, but now that Su Han had, she no longer knew what kind of identity to use to address him.

Under the moonlight, the light that was originally bright seemed to have dimmed at this moment.

And beneath that light, the charming and lovely figure, admired by countless men, appeared somewhat haggard at this moment.

Xiao Yuran looked at the light and gradually lost herself in thought.

At some point, the corners of her eyes moistened with glistening tears.

Unknowingly, a figure appeared at the doorway, and Xiao Yuran was completely unaware.

"Do you... hate me?"

Finally, the figure spoke, snapping Xiao Yuran out of her daze.

Xiao Yuran suddenly looked up and saw Su Han.

She lifted her eyes slightly, biting her lower lip, and said, "I don’t hate you, because from the beginning to the end, you... were never mine."

Su Han sighed, "If you wish, you can still call me Su Han, your young master, okay?"

"No..."

Xiao Yuran shook her head, "From the moment the children were born, you were no longer my Su Han, my young master. Now, you only have one identity for me, that of my brother-in-law."

Hearing this, and seeing Xiao Yuran’s haggard appearance, Su Han felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.

It was not because of himself, for as Xiao Yuran had said, he had never once stated, nor acknowledged, that he would definitely marry Xiao Yuran.

To say that Xiao Yuran had always been nursing unrequited feelings would not be an exaggeration.

But Su Han, after all, was not a cold-blooded creature, and he still felt guilty towards Xiao Yuran.

Before the catastrophe of the God-Slaying Pavilion, Su Han had always treated Xiao Yuran as a sister, but afterwards, he had unknowingly developed a hint of affection for her.

That affection was something Su Han couldn’t erase, nor did he wish to erase.

Even though his heart was filled with ten thousand guilts towards Liu Qingyao, as a man, a man who stood upright between heaven and earth, he knew what he should do and what responsibilities he should take on.

"I’ll wait for you."

Ultimately, Su Han said these simple three words, his figure gradually becoming an illusion, disappearing from the room.

And Xiao Yuran, watching the fading illusion of Su Han disappear, felt a surge of color rise in her beautiful eyes.

She pondered over his words carefully, the haggardness on her face gradually faded, and finally, the tears in her eyes also dispersed, her whole being seeming to regain the liveliness of the past.