Qiao Xiaon'an, hearing the strong beat of her baby's heart from the loudspeaker, felt a surge of joy inside.
But her eyes were clouded with tears, welling up, on the verge of falling. Suddenly, she tilted her head sideways, lay flat on her back, looked up at the ceiling of the examination room, stared at the bright lamp above, and tried hard to open her eyes wide.
It seemed that only in this way could she force the tears back.
Maybe it was because the light was too bright, her thoughts seemed to have drifted away in a daze.
If Amo were here, would he laugh out loud in joy at hearing the strong heartbeat of their baby?
She had never seen Amo lose his control, laugh unrestrainedly. Even his laughter was always gentlemanly and graceful.
The arrival of their baby would surely break his gentlemanly demeanor and cause him to laugh out loud, wouldn't it?
She had never seen Amo like that.
Would she ever?
Amo!
Amo!
She kept repeating this name in her heart.
