Gong Ruzhi listened for a long time before he heard the faint crying, the disparity was truly significant.
"It's okay, at least the baby cried." Zhan Jing thought this child had a difficult start, with such a weak cry after birth.
Zhao Xuran wiped away a tear, "Yes, at least the baby survived."
A person really shouldn't have too many ambitions or ideas, initially all he wanted was for the child to be born, but gradually his expectations adjusted, hoping for a healthy child.
At first, Zhao Xuran truly didn't think his mindset was problematic, aren't these the typical demands of parents?
But when this day finally arrived, the heart was not shattered, but at least chilled.
With Zhan Jing's words jolting him awake, indeed, why was he preoccupied with so much? After all, the initial goal had been achieved.
Gong Ruini was shaken by the vastly different cries of the two children, the eldest akin to a heavy artillery shell, loudly announcing his arrival with his cries.
