Despite the smooth delivery, Shao Yunduan couldn't help but feel a pang of fear at the sight of the blood on the other end.
His wife had sacrificed so much and worked tirelessly for the birth of their child. This level of hardship wasn't fleeting—it had endured for months.
And yet, raising a child would prove even more challenging.
The depth of his compassion deepened at the thought.
Initially, Qiao Xuan hadn't dwelled on it, but as she found solace in his embrace, she suddenly felt overwhelmed, on the verge of tears.
Shao Yunduan pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, comforting her with gentle words as they lingered together before turning their attention to the baby in the cradle.
The infant lay still, unable to move with his tiny hands. Qiao Xuan dared not risk having him sleep on the bed beside her—what if the blanket covered his face, or if she accidentally shifted and pressed against him?
