She spoke softly, unaware that his heart tightened with her words.
He gently patted her back, constantly reassuring, "Alright, we won't have any more children in the future."
"...Yeah, no more children."
Su Xiaomeng murmured, feeling that something was a bit strange with the words, but at this moment, her scalp was numb from the pain, and she couldn't grasp what it was.
Xiao Meng entered the delivery room at noon.
Yin Shixiu stood outside the delivery room, unable to articulate the complex emotions intersecting within him at that moment.
Worry, nervousness, a bit of panic, a lot of helplessness—this feeling of being uselessly anxious was really unsettling for him.
Today, Xiao Meng was especially strong, but the stronger she was, the more his heart ached.
Is this how all men feel when their wives give birth?
Wishing he could be the one in the delivery room instead, to avoid this anxious state.
