At this moment, the little one was sleeping sweetly with eyes closed. The doctor took a serious look and then said, "Doesn't seem to look much like you."
Perhaps looks like the father...
But since Xia Yueqing hadn't been with the father from pregnancy to delivery, the doctor dared not mention it.
Xia Yueqing seemed a bit dazed, not noticing the caution on the doctor's face.
When the child was placed beside her, her eyes were glued to the little one's face.
So small, with reddish skin, but the mouth and nose were very much like her father's.
"Like the father." As she spoke, tears welled up and fell.
This was the baby she carried for ten months.
At this moment, everything seemed trivial compared to the child.
"Xiaoxia, you've just had a baby, you shouldn't cry at this time." The doctor thought Xia Yueqing was recalling something sad and hurriedly comforted her.
Xia Yueqing wiped her tears and smiled. "I'm happy, tears of joy."
