The nurse saw Ji Chicheng rush in and congratulated him with a smile, but Ji Chicheng didn't even glance at her and ran straight to Ji Anning, "Anning!"
He didn't care whether Ji Anning gave birth to a boy or a girl, wasn't worried about what the child looked like, or how much it weighed.
He rushed to Ji Anning's side, grabbed her hand, leaned down, and kissed her sweat-covered forehead gently, "You've worked hard, my An'an."
This gesture made Ji Anning feel that no matter how much hardship she endured in her life, it was all worth it.
In his heart, the one he cared about the most, loved the most, was her, not just words.
...
The weather was sunny and pleasant, and the villa by the sea was filled with birdsong and the fragrance of flowers.
Ji Anning was finally able to get up and walk a bit.
She sat on the balcony, basking in the sunshine, opposite her sat a handsome older gentleman with a masculine charm.
