When the contractions started, Qin Jiran was pouring water for Su Yanyi, who, enduring the pain, began to furrow her brows, yet her expression remained extremely calm.
There really was nothing to panic about; they had done everything to make sure these two children would be born safely. As long as she, the mother-to-be, could endure a bit more hardship, the kids would surely be born without complications.
"Jiran..." Su Yanyi tried to control her breathing as she softly called out her husband's name.
The hand that Qin Jiran had been using to pour water shook suddenly. Yanyi's voice sounded very different—somewhat cool, yet with an added touch of determination and tenderness. It was a complicated mixture, but also very real. At just that voice, Qin Jiran sensed what was happening, and his complexion changed subtly.
