Bian Yue burst into laughter when she heard Wen Jiao say that. She said, "Jiaojiao, even Shen Zhaoli has fallen into your hands. That guy can actually be pleasing on occasion." Wen Jiao could only smile. After exchanging pleasantries with Bian Yue, she inquired about the due date. Bian Yue said it would be in about two months when the weather is warm. There was anticipation in Bian Yue’s tone, and through the phone, Wen Jiao could guess that Bian Yue’s eyes must have been shining as she spoke. She couldn’t help but smile herself, saying, "As long as you’re happy, I’ll be with you every day once the baby is born." Bian Yue was of course happy to agree, and they made plans to have a good chat and catch up, sharing everything that had happened during these days. Looking out at the snowy scene outside the window, after a while, Wen Jiao said, "Bian Yue, I feel now that... snowy days aren’t so bad after all." Bian Yue was silent for a moment, then replied, "Jiaojiao, it’s not bad at all when you’re loved by someone." On the other end, after hanging up the phone, Bian Yue saw Shen Jinci coming in with some clothes he had prepared. He waved the clothes at Bian Yue, asking, "Yueyue, which set do you like?" Bian Yue said she liked them all and wanted to try them all. Shen Jinci sat down beside her, kissed her soft brows and eyes, and softly said, "Alright, then let’s try them all." They still had the whole day ahead of them. They could do these meaningless but blissful things. Bian Yue hugged Shen Jinci, burying her face in his neck, her voice muffled, "Jinci." "I think my illness must have been cured," Bian Yue rubbed against his neck dependency, cat-like, and said, "I haven’t had nightmares for a long time, I’ve always been fine." "It will be even better in the future," he said, which sounded like a promise. Being loved is the best medicine in the world; even Bian Yue couldn’t pinpoint exactly when she began to let go of her worries. Her depression had silently improved day by day as they spent time together. To Bian Yue, Shen Jinci was the best doctor in the world. "I think it must have been my parents in heaven who saw I wasn’t happy and sent you to me," Bian Yue said, sounding both naive and heart-wrenching. Shen Jinci held her even tighter, gently patting her back, patiently saying, "When the baby is born, we’ll take him to see your parents." Bian Yue nodded vigorously. The night the child was born was ordinary. Xiangjiang had just had rain, and the air was filled with a muggy, moist scent. The birth happened two weeks earlier than expected. Shen Jinci was already prepared, so he wasn’t overly flustered. In the hospital operating room, Shen Jinci held Bian Yue’s hand, looking at her pained and pale face. The operating room was filled with the sounds of machines running, with the medical staff efficiently injecting various drugs into Bian Yue. Shen Jinci, looking at Bian Yue’s face, felt a pang in his heart and his eyes reddened as he whispered, "I’m here with you, don’t be afraid." Bian Yue wasn’t afraid. The anticipation of the child’s impending birth, at this moment, surpassed her fear of the pain. Bian Yue was someone who was very afraid of pain. But this is the baby of her and Shen Jinci. "I’m not afraid..." Bian Yue whispered, "Shen Jinci, you can’t cry." No one could imagine Shen Jinci shedding tears, as he was always aloof, distant, and indifferent to others. Yet, Bian Yue had stealthily witnessed it several times, him sitting by her side at night, reading books on childbirth and nutrition, with redness rimming his eyes. He wasn’t just worried now; ever since she became pregnant, he had been scared. "I won’t cry..." Shen Jinci wiped the sweat off Bian Yue’s face, his hands trembling unconsciously, "Yueyue, take deep breaths, do you remember the precautions?" Bian Yue remembered them all. Beside her, the doctor’s voice came through, muffled and indistinct, "The cervix is dilated to three centimeters, you can start delivering." Subsequent to that, everything in the operating room was just Bian Yue experiencing chaos amidst pain, through a haze. She had been given pain relief injections, but the agony during childbirth was inescapable. In desperation, she bit her lower lip, tasting the blood. Perhaps it was the excessive pain that allowed her to disregard even the pain on her lips. The baby’s cry broke the tense atmosphere in the room, Bian Yue eyes drooping, heard the doctor say, "Congratulations Mrs. Shen, congratulations Mr. Shen, it’s a boy." Bian Yue really wanted to see what the baby looked like, but she heard Shen Jinci say, "First take him down, my wife needs to rest." Only then did Bian Yue realize, Shen Jinci was looking at her with intense worry, his face full of pain, and upon noticing her gaze, he quickly said, "Yueyue, you did great, it was tough." New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on N0veI.Fiɾe.net Bian Yue saw the back of Shen Jinci’s hand, which was bleeding nonstop. She then realized that in her semi-conscious state, what she had been biting was not her own flesh and blood. No wonder it didn’t hurt. Bian Yue felt guilty, but she was really too exhausted to say much. Shen Jinci understood her from the look in his eyes, and his voice became even gentler as he said, "My hand doesn’t hurt, Yueyue, get some sleep now." In the gentle murmur of Shen Jinci, Bian Yue first felt comforted and then was overwhelmed by a tremendous weariness. She closed her eyes and sank into a drowsy dream. And the doctors finished up their work and together with Shen Jinci, they wheeled Bian Yue out of the operating room. Wen Jiao had been anxiously pacing in front of the operating room; seeing the door open, she hurried forward asking, "How is Bian Yue?" The doctor had just come out with the baby, but Bian Yue was nowhere to be seen. Wen Jiao had spent a lifetime of wild imagination and worry, all of which seemed to converge at that moment! Shen Jinci’s gaze had not left Bian Yue’s face, turning a blind ear to Wen Jiao’s questions. "Mother and child are safe, now we need to take the patient to rest," the doctor said while following Shen Jinci, pushing Bian Yue’s hospital bed away. This settled Wen Jiao’s nerves somewhat, and she quickly followed. Shen Zhaoli had just rushed over from the corporation and saw Wen Jiao running after Bian Yue’s moving bed. He stepped forward to stop Wen Jiao, saying, "As long as you’re sure everything’s fine, let’s come back tomorrow." "No way, I’m worried!" Wen Jiao’s voice was choked up, she was restrained from moving, her emotions swelled up even more, "You have no idea how pale Bian Yue just looked, I’m concerned for her." Shen Zhaoli steadied Wen Jiao’s shoulders, articulating slowly and calmly, "My brother is here, nothing will happen to Bian Yue." It was like waking from a nightmare for Wen Jiao, her agitated expression finally relaxed. Inside the room, a young nurse approached Shen Jinci, looking at the man’s deep profile, and asked softly, "Mr. Shen, does your hand need to be bandaged?"