Back in the Flood Dragon Tribe, she had seen other females give birth and had always thought it an incredibly painful and dangerous affair.
Now that it was time for Wanwan—whom she regarded as her own daughter—to give birth, her anxiety mounted daily. She was even more nervous than Wanwan herself.
Bai Wanwan, on the other hand, had to comfort her with a smile. "Aunt Shuang, look at me. I've already had so many litters, I'm used to it. It's not as scary as you think. Please, relax. Don't worry."
Her tone was light as she tried to smooth the worried furrows from Shuang Hua's brow.
Just then, a faint rustling sound came from outside, as if someone was deliberately trying to be quiet.
As if she'd just found a welcome distraction, Shuang Hua shot up from the stone stool. "Wanwan, I'll go see what that was."
With that, she gathered her skirts and hurried to the doorway.
There, she caught the limping, gray-haired Beastman red-handed.
