"Leander..."
"I know. I know."
Qiong Xing had been carrying a fear for a long time.
It was not the same fear Leander had about the baby not being born.
It was the fear of what might happen after the child was born.
"It'll be alright. It has to be, right?"
"Yes."
Hours passed as Qiong Xing fought through wave after wave of pain.
Not only Qiong Xing, but everyone watching over him was beginning to show signs of exhaustion.
Then at last, a baby's cry filled the room.
The child was apparently a girl who resembled Leander.
Leander carefully lifted the newborn baby and showed her to Qiong Xing.
But for some reason, his vision had become blurred.
No matter how hard he tried, he could not clearly see her face.
"Just like you said, Qiong Xing. Though I'm happy she's a girl too... Qiong Xing?"
"..."
He wanted to see her.
He wanted to see how beautiful she was.
Yet he could not speak.
His mouth would not move.
Leander's voice calling his name sounded strangely distant.
