At four in the morning, Li Qiao slowly awoke.
The morning light outside the window was faint, and the hospital room was quietly still.
"Qiaoqiao..."
A man's soft call came from the right side, and Li Qiao turned her head, her eyes still filled with fatigue.
She moved her lips but made no sound.
Shang Yu leaned in, his warm palm touching Li Qiao's cheek, not speaking, yet his deep eyes were filled with unspoken words.
Li Qiao rubbed against his hand and asked in a hoarse voice, "The second one... is it a sister?"
She did not know if the second baby was a boy or a girl.
The delivery process of the twins went smoothly, but the babies were too big. After giving birth to the second one, Li Qiao collapsed and fell asleep.
She was completely unaware of everything that happened after she was taken out of the delivery room.
At this moment, the man's eyes were a deep red; he swallowed continually before finally replying hoarsely, "It's a sister."
