There were only two women in the room. Initially, although Zhong Lingling was very shy, she still did as Master Hui Xin instructed.
Master Hui Xin took a piece of cloth and placed it under Zhong Lingling's knees.
"The doctor taught me before, when the contractions come, remember to push, take a deep breath, and then push!"
Zhong Lingling nodded.
But every time the pain hit, she became dizzy and restless, completely forgetting to push, just wanting the pain to end even if it meant dying.
How nice it would be if Xiang Yimo were here, if Xiang Yimo were here holding her hand, speaking to her softly.
She thought, if that were the case, she wouldn't feel so helpless.
At first, Zhong Lingling still cared about her image. When in pain, she didn't make a sound, but later, she was in such pain that she couldn't care less about her image.
The room echoed with Zhong Lingling's heart-wrenching screams.
"Push... push again... Come on! You can do it!"
