On the twenty-fourth of October, Mei Qingdai, who had been resting in the hospital for her pregnancy, went into labor early and was rushed into the delivery room.
Wei Zhuhua hurriedly arrived.
She could still hear Mei Qingdai's cries of pain faintly through the thick door.
This reminded Wei Zhuhua of when she gave birth to Huanhuan many years ago.
At that time, medical technology was not advanced, and with a breech birth and difficulty, she suffered for a night and a day, feeling like she was dying, but eventually welcomed a small life.
But now, this small life also has to leave, and the Yu family welcomes a new life.
Is it really the cycle of cause and effect?
Wei Zhuhua sat at the door of the delivery room, lost in thought.
After an unknown time had passed, the delivery room door opened, and a nurse came out with congratulations.
"Congratulations, madam, on having a precious son, weighing seven pounds eight ounces."
He was a healthy baby boy.
