"No, you won't die!"
Wei Shu abruptly interrupted her, his eyes bloodshot with a hint of madness. "I forbid you to die. I am the Emperor; I possess the True Dragon's Body. I forbid you to die!"
Qing Yi happened to bring in the ginseng soup at that moment.
Wei Shu took it from her and poured it into Su Luo's mouth. "Quick, Luoluo, drink it! Drink it, and you'll have the strength to give birth. Just hold on a little longer, hold on!"
The midwife continuously offered words of reassurance, saying it wouldn't be much longer.
But since six hours ago, Su Luo had already been hearing her say it wouldn't be much longer.
She had given her all, yet she felt as though the little life in her belly was stubbornly clinging to her, refusing to leave.
So tired!
She felt as though all the strength had been drained from her body, her whole being surrounded by a haze. She was so sleepy!
