Time moved like a snail, inching forward. Tong Airui and Yi Luowa's tightly clenched hands were drenched in sweat, their gazes locked, the anxiety in their eyes mirrored in each other's.
"Don't be scared, I'm not in pain." Yi Luowa forced a faint smile.
Tong Airui nodded, "You don't have to be scared either."
"Suction!" the lead surgeon called out.
Their hands tightened their grip once again.
The suction machine buzzed, and with each sound, Tong Airui felt his heart ache more and more.
"There's one!"
"Duke Airui, time to cut the umbilical cord."
"..."
"Duke Airui?"
Jimo Shanshan lifted her gaze to look at Tong Airui. At that moment, he stood motionless like a statue. Even though Senior Sister called him, he didn't respond.
"Fourth Brother, the baby is out! You need to cut the cord! Fourth Brother!"
Yi Luowa snapped out of it first, gently shifting their clenched hands, "Honey…"
Tong Airui looked at her but didn't move.
