And wait, they did. For nine days, Su Jiyai slept like the dead, unmoving except for the steady rise and fall of her chest.
Qin Feng never left her side for long; sometimes he sat reading, sometimes just holding her hand.
On the ninth morning, when sunlight once again spilled across the bed, Su Jiyai's eyelids fluttered. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was a pair of blue eyes staring at her curiously, eyes that looked strangely familiar.
Then she noticed another little face beside it, with hair as dark as midnight and a grin just like Qin Feng's.
For a moment, Su Jiyai blinked in confusion. "What beautiful dolls," she murmured with a sleepy smile, reaching out to pinch their cheeks.
Both children blinked. The little boy frowned slightly, while the girl giggled.
Then realization dawned on Su Jiyai. "Wait…" She rubbed her eyes, staring harder. "You're not dolls, are you?"
The twins shook their heads.
