As the due date for delivery drew nearer, Qin Guanglin's heart tightened with anxiety.
That feeling was like he was about to become a father... well, he was indeed about to become a father.
Due to her pregnancy, He Fang had to get up several times each night to use the bathroom, and every slight noise would wake Qin Guanglin. He would rise as well, helping her out of bed, slipping her feet into slippers, then following her to the bathroom door to wait quietly.
The slippers had already been replaced with thick-soled cotton ones to ensure they were not slippery, and after every shower, the bathroom floor was dried with a clean mop—their child could not afford any accidents. Every child in an ordinary family is precious, but theirs held an extraordinary significance.
If anything went wrong, even if He Fang did not collapse, she would harbor lifelong regret, leaving her with an incurable scar on her heart.
"Do you want to be there for the birth?"
