Chu Xinning placed the little one by Ning Xiaofei's side, watching the tender pink bundle beside her, and all the fatigue on Ning Xiaofei seemed to vanish in an instant.
The hours of excruciating pain in the delivery room now seemed insignificant when faced with this little life.
This was her child, her and Mu Tianye's child, their daughter, their Little Xingxing.
She lifted her somewhat feeble hand to gently stroke the little one's face, imagining her growing bit by bit, being able to wear those cute little outfits she had prepared, learning to walk, growing up...
Ning Xiaofei's eyes felt a bit warm, and her vision had become somewhat blurred.
At that moment, she suddenly understood her mother, why her mother would give birth to her under such circumstances, persistently raising her despite the difficulty… For a mother, caring for a child is a natural instinct, and for this little one before her, she is willing to give everything.
