Yan Bo felt that the few hours he spent in the delivery room were undoubtedly the most torturous of his life.
Meanwhile, Zhu Qianying, lying on the delivery bed, was in pain, extreme pain.
But next to her was someone constantly encouraging her, gently wiping her sweat, their warm hand holding her drenched one tightly. All the pain seemed to diminish significantly.
Zhu Qianying had been in pain for hours on the birthing bed, and Yan Bo had been distressed for her all that time, his thick eyebrows furrowed into a knot.
Finally, a distinct and loud cry was heard. The nurse holding the little baby walked over with a smile, "Mr. Yan, Mrs. Yan, congratulations, it's a girl!"
Yan Bo still held Zhu Qianying's hand tightly. Hearing the nurse's words, he didn't rush to look at the baby, but instead leaned down to kiss her sweaty face, "Ying'er, you've worked hard!"
Zhu Qianying blinked at him, then turned her gaze toward the nurse.
