Gu Nanqiao reached out and pulled the child into her arms, looking at her little face, and felt like the pain seemed to reduce significantly in an instant.
Huo Jingting's emotions were also unsettled; he hadn't expected her to really hold on until the end.
He watched her grow up and knew she couldn't endure even the slightest bit of pain, let alone childbirth—how excruciating must that be?
The man bent down, pushing her sweat-damp hair to the sides, "Xiaoqiao, you've worked hard."
Gu Nanqiao stared at the wrinkled little face without responding.
After letting her hold the baby for a while, Huo Jingting picked up the child again, "Let me hold her, you should rest for a bit."
Gu Nanqiao weakly responded with an "um," as she truly lacked the strength to hold the child, feeling both pain and exhaustion, finding even the slightest movement uncomfortable.
The doctor put her on a drip, and after sleeping for half a day, her energy gradually returned.
