Having experienced it once before, Qiao Mo didn't deliberately avoid Jing Hao this time, and he just kept his eyes on the screen of the instrument to avoid making her feel awkward.
Before long, an image of a baby appeared on the monitor.
It was tawny, like a clay sculpture.
It was just a blurry outline, hard to distinguish the skin color, yet strangely, the curled-up limbs were visible, and you could even see the closed eyes and slightly lowered eyelids.
The entire little figure was very peaceful, with its wrinkled face bearing features.
To be honest, a bit ugly.
Yet inexplicably adorable.
"At this stage, you can generally feel fetal movements. Pay attention to feel the baby's first movements," the head doctor softly advised from the side.
Qiao Mo nodded, her beautiful eyes were fixed on the monitor, looking very excited.
So wonderful... so miraculous.
A little life is being nurtured in her belly.
