"Miss, here!" Su Yue handed over a clean towel to Feng Qiqi. Feng Qiqi bit down on the towel, and it seemed to relieve her pain significantly.
Seeing Feng Qiqi like this, Wanyan Mingyue knew that she was afraid of letting others, especially Feng Cang, know her pain. So she'd rather bite down on the towel without making a sound.
My silly girl... Wanyan Mingyue didn't say these words aloud. Instead, she could only silently wipe her daughter's sweat and do whatever she could to help.
The midwife had already prepared everything: hot water, clean white towels - everything was ready, and they were all just waiting for the crucial moment to arrive.
"Why is there no sound at all?" Outside the room, Feng Xie paced back and forth, occasionally glancing into the room. He had missed Wanyan Mingyue giving birth to Feng Qiqi, and now he was finally present for the birth of his grandson. But the silence in the room was really too unsettling! Could it be painless?
