"Yingying, you, you've done so hard." Shen Mosheng sat upright and still, afraid to move, for fear of hurting her.
"Have you seen the baby?"
"Not yet." Shen Mosheng's eyes looked at her seriously and apologetically, "Sorry, I couldn't be by your side at such an important moment."
"Labor came early, it wasn't your fault. Besides, haven't you rushed over?" Han Yingying reached out, lightly wiping the rain from Shen Mosheng's face.
"Your clothes are soaked, didn't you think to prepare a clean set to change into?"
"I don't mind, as long as Yingying is okay, everything is fine." Shen Mosheng gently held her hand, a swell of emotion filling his heart, "Yingying, it's so good that you are alright."
"I still want to bully you, how could I afford to be ill?"
"Hmm, I'll let you bully me." Shen Mosheng gently kissed her hand, his eyes full of tenderness.
"Shen Mosheng, giving birth really hurts."
"After this, we won't have any more."
