Amidst all the chaos, finally some good news arrived albeit slowly.
Zhuo Feng is going to give birth.
Time flies, nine and a half months have already passed.
As soon as Xiao Xian received the news that Zhuo Feng's belly was hurting and she might give birth soon, she rushed to Si Yiyi Hospital.
"It's killing me, damn Feng Xing, I don't want to give birth anymore," Zhuo Feng's face was drenched in sweat, she truly was the most miserable pregnant woman.
Since noon yesterday, her belly had been aching intermittently, but the amniotic fluid didn't break. It wasn't until twelve hours later that the fluid broke, but the cervix was barely dilated.
"Aunt, don't worry, the doctor said it'll be just another hour," Xiao Xian and Feng Xing were stationed on either side of the bed, each holding one of her hands.
