The cry that erupted from that tiny body was anything but tiny. It was enormous. It was magnificent. It was the most beautiful, perfect, absolutely glorious sound Bai Yue had ever heard.
"She is crying," Bai Yue sobbed, laughing and crying at the same time. "She i's crying! ZHĒN IS CRYING!"
The baby screamed her little lungs out, her tiny face scrunching up in outrage at the cold, bright world she had just been thrust into. Her little fists waved in the air. Her tiny legs kicked.
It was perfect.
Wēn Jìng burst into tears, grabbing Gū Gū in a hug that the old woman actually returned.
Hán Bīng's face crumpled, and for the first time, the ice queen openly wept, pressing her hand to her mouth as sobs shook her shoulders.
Outside, the tribe erupted.
"THE BABY CRIED!"
"BABY ZHĒN IS ALIVE!"
"HE'S CRYING! THAT'S GOOD! CRYING IS GOOD!"
"WAIT, IT'S A SHE?"
"WHY IS CRYING GOOD?!"
"IT MEANS SHE HAS LUNGS! VERY LOUD LUNGS!"
