The stepmother and the third aunt looked at the child, equally excited, and commented, "The nose and eyes look exactly like Chaoyang's, as if they were carved from the same mold!"
"Exactly! But that little mouth looks just like Xiaowan's!"
"This child is really beautiful! Such big eyes!"
When Mu Xiangwan, exhausted, was pushed out on a hospital bed by the nurse, she saw that the little guy, who had tormented her to death, was surrounded by elders who were full of praise.
Thankfully, the first child is indeed a boy...
The little one, whose cries rang loud and clear, gradually quieted down and was now being held in General Mu's arms. Seeing her daughter pushed out, fragile and tear-streaked, with hair wetly clinging in strands, Madam Mu tenderly squeezed her daughter's hand, "Alright, the child is fine. You should rest well."
Mu Xiangwan glanced around the corridor but didn't see the familiar face. She then turned her gaze to her mother, "Mom... haven't you told him yet?"
