Xing Luoye blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in tone and words.
Before he could respond, Xing Luoguang continued, his voice remaining even and unwavering.
"It has already been more than seven days. She should be waiting for you." His gaze softened just slightly, a faint trace of warmth appearing in his otherwise composed expression.
"Soon… your child will come into this world." He paused briefly before adding, "You have to be there."
The words were simple, spoken without emphasis or dramatics, yet they carried a weight that settled deeply within Xing Luoye's chest.
He looked at his brother for a second, processing what had just been said, before slowly nodding. "…Mm."
But just as he did, something felt wrong.
A strange uneasiness crept into his chest, subtle at first but quickly growing stronger, like an instinct warning him of something he could not yet understand.
Before he could grasp what it was, Xing Luoguang suddenly stood up.
