"Right," An Ziqi nodded, enduring the pain.
After all, when she gave birth to Xiao Yining last time, she was just pushed in for an anesthetic and hadn't gone through all this, so it was inevitable that she'd be nervous.
Xiao Moli's thin lips had already formed a straight line, walking in with her and clinging to her hand, his demeanor fiercely protective; who would dare to stop them?
In the delivery room, An Ziqi's heart-wrenching screams filled the air, and bloody gauze was continuously brought out, stained with bright red blood.
The doctors kept repeating meaninglessly by her side, "Hang in there, push harder, push harder, the baby is about to come out."
Xiao Moli listened to her cries of pain, his own heart tensing with such distress that he felt he might break down.
If he had known earlier how painful childbirth was, he would never have let An Ziqi get pregnant so thoughtlessly.
After all, they already had Ningning; he only needed Ningning.
