Even if the one he loved in his heart from beginning to end was another woman, even if he was heartless and indifferent to her...
But she was willing.
Neither blaming heaven nor earth, just because he was Luo Xiao, she was willing.
Thinking of those things, Meng Yao's eyes suddenly became moist. The midwife quickly picked up a towel to wipe her tears, "Hey, Miss Meng, you can't cry during confinement, or you'll go blind, and it'll leave a condition that can't be cured..."
Upon hearing this, Meng Yao hurriedly wiped her tears. She gently cradled the child, "Yes, I won't cry. Giving birth is a happy occasion, how could I cry..."
"That's right," the midwife said with a smiling face, bending down without asking about the child's surname being Luo, "Miss Meng, look at this child, so delicate and pretty. He'll surely be a gentle little handsome man when he grows up!"
