Boy or girl, it doesn't matter; he just hopes Ning Xiaofei is safe and sound.
Next comes the agonizing wait.
Walking back and forth, checking his watch, checking his watch again, walking to the delivery room door, walking away, checking his watch, frowning at the delivery room for a moment, checking his watch again...
For the first time in his life, Mu Tianye is this restless.
Everyone is seated on the rest chairs on either side, initially trying to comfort him, but later simply giving up—no amount of comforting words can ease the mind of a worried husband at this time.
Outside the window, light snow starts to fall, then gradually turns into big snowflakes.
The city has now entered the heavy snow season, and a thin layer of mist has already formed on the corridor windows.
Mu Tianye stands by the window for two seconds, and once again, unable to restrain himself, walks to the delivery room door.
"It's been so long, could something be wrong?"
