"Okay, relax, relax."
Qin Guanglin wolfed down his meal and, with his mouth full, gave a muffled response.
Despite knowing everything was normal, he couldn't suppress the nameless panic welling up inside him—not the fear of childbirth itself, but a sudden worry that surged the moment he stepped into the hospital.
He Fang wasn't an ordinary pregnant woman; all of this was the result of their joint efforts.
She had escaped time, tracing back ten years to re-experience everything, in a vain attempt to avert an accident that was years away.
He was just an ordinary person, not sure if there were gods or Buddhas, or even reincarnation—all was unknown. In such a jumbled state of mind, he could no longer stay calm.
Qin Guanglin swallowed the food in his mouth in large gulps, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and fished out the once vibrant but now faded amulet from Zhongnan from his wallet. Clasping it tightly in his hand, he brought it to his lips and touched it lightly.
