"Xiao Qi, can you feel it? Your child is greeting you. Do you know what she is? It's because she knows you're lying here and not playing with her. Likewise, it's my fault; I never gave you the chance. My mistake has led to you experiencing your child's presence for the first time, up close, under such circumstances," Nangong Beiying whispered to Xiao Qi.
In her heart, many times she found herself alone, touching her belly, lost in thought. She truly never considered Xiao Qi as a father, nor pondered what kind of feelings he might have, or what kind of existence he might be.
She only knew he was always around her, always accompanying her, and then suddenly, he collapsed. Does she regret it? She asked herself this question countless times but never got the answer she wanted.
Seeing the outcome now, when his hand was just placed on her belly, the child became active. Perhaps she does regret.
Regret that she never gave him, the father, the chance to interact with his own child.
