"Uh—"
In the next moment, Shen Hanyi suddenly tilted his head back, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.
Several streaks of blood trickled down from the bitten corners of his mouth.
His body trembled violently, as if enduring some invisible tearing force.
Suddenly, a resounding cry pierced the deathly silence of the cave—
"Waaah!"
The sound was so clear, so lively, like the first ray of morning light in the darkness.
Zhou Qing instinctively reached out, catching the small, blood-stained body.
The baby's skin was bluish-purple but quickly turned to a healthy pink that could be seen by the naked eye.
Her small hands waved wildly in the air, her nails thin as cicada wings, with traces of vernix on her fingertips.
"It's...a daughter..." Zhou Qing's voice choked, and tears flowed like rain.
His palms dared not use force, fearing to shatter this fragile life.
Shen Hanyi, lying on the stone bed, was utterly exhausted, his chest heaving violently.
