Rong Zhengfeng's eyes glimmered with excitement as he craned his neck to look inside the delivery room.
"Where's the child's father?" the doctor's voice came through.
"..." Rong Mochen's back stiffened, and his legs woodenly moved into the delivery room.
When the doctor presented the child to Rong Mochen, he didn't even glance at the baby, his dark eyes fixated straight on the small pale and exhausted woman on the bed.
Suppressing the tremor from his heart, Rong Mochen walked to Jin Jumo's side, silently reaching out to hold her sweat-drenched and feeble hand, his throat choked, unable to utter a word.
Jin Jumo was truly without strength, feeling the warmth and slight tremor in her palm, her long lashes trembling slightly, and a tear instantly slipped from the corner of her eye.
She didn't have the strength to open her eyes, just lightly moving her pale lips, softly uttering a few hoarse words, "Rong Mochen, it's the daughter you like."
