Zhou Wenjing also cried.
The cries were not loud, but they were not weak either.
Su Xiaolu had already placed her hand on her stomach. The pain came again, and Zhou Wenjing felt like she was better off dead.
But it was a process that couldn't be stopped. Her face was paler than a ghost's.
She opened her mouth to scream because of the pain, but she could not make any sound.
When her body felt light, Zhou Wenjing was in a daze. She seemed to hear the maidservants crying before she lost consciousness.
The second child was a girl. One of her feet was purple. Su Xiaolu checked and realized that she was the one who had come out feet first.
She hit the baby girl until she cried and handed her to the maidservants to wash.
The door was pushed open. Sun Yangxin entered in a panic and knelt down by the bed with difficulty. He looked sad and two streams of tears flowed down his face.
