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Chapter 235 Giving birth

Fu Ying naturally had no time to care what Lai Shiba was thinking.

Having made the decision, he immediately prepared some prey for Qinglan and also gave him some thick animal hides to take with him. With these preparations in place, Qinglan left the Black Crocodile Swamp that very night and sped off towards the Frost Plains Tribe.

For the next two days, Fuying was like a fragile crystal, kept under Dan Yue's watchful eye, never leaving his sight.

Besides eating, drinking, defecating, and sleeping, her daily routine consists of prenatal education for the cubs, fertilizing the moonflower and letting it bask in the moonlight, and occasionally holding it and whispering secrets to it. Its leaves unfold and sometimes gently brush against her fingertips, as if in response. She just doesn't know when it will return.

Dan Yue's gentle gaze followed her constantly.

As for the other males, they all got busy with their own tasks.

Fuying's companions are all capable individuals, and with the winter season approaching, they have a clear division of labor and each performs their duties.

Some went out to patrol the territory to ensure the safety of the Black Crocodile Swamp, some went deep into the dense forest to prepare more prey and store enough food before the end of the hunting season, some were responsible for gathering firewood, and tall stacks of firewood were piled up in the yard. These were all assigned by Fuying. Others stayed in the tribe to take care of the cubs and handle other trivial matters.

Everything is in good order, and all preparations have been made; we are just waiting for the winter to arrive.

As the days went by, the cold wind began to blow, and the weather grew colder and colder.

However, the first snowfall was delayed, and Qinglan still hadn't returned.

That day, Fuying leaned against the rattan chair under the eaves, her fingertips lightly tapping the armrest. Her swollen belly was covered with a soft, fluffy animal skin. She watched the bamboo leaves fall in a rustling sound. A cold wind blew by, making the seashell ornaments on the eaves rustle softly.

The fire crackled and popped in the brazier set up nearby, and the sweet aroma of caramel filled the cold air.

Dan Yue knelt on one knee beside the ash basin, his long, azure hair falling over his shoulder. He used the fire tongs in his hand to pull out the sweet potatoes inside. He carefully peeled off the skin that was overflowing with syrup, revealing the golden-red, translucent sweet potato flesh inside, which looked like honey.

"While it's hot." Dan Yue held the roasted sweet potato to Fu Ying's lips, the flickering firelight reflected in her light blue pupils.

His gaze swept over her round belly, and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. The baby that should have been born was still not moving.

Outside the bamboo eaves, the dark gray clouds hung heavy, suggesting that the first snowfall would be in the next few days.

Fuying gently rocked the rocking chair, fallen leaves swirling and landing at her feet. The sweet and creamy texture of roasted sweet potato was crushed between her teeth. With her handsome husband by her side, even the biting cold wind seemed like a mere backdrop.

This life is so wonderful, I wouldn't trade it for even a god's blessing; I'm almost reluctant to leave.

She blinked, turned her head to look at Dan Yue, and met his smiling eyes: "I want to hear you sing."

A gentle aura emanated from Dan Yue's brows, and her smile was radiant: "Okay."

He parted his thin lips slightly, and a melodious tune flowed from his throat, like a handful of warm honey wine, turning the biting cold wind into a lingering warmth. Fuying looked at his delicate profile and couldn't help but smile.

The singing stopped abruptly.

Fuying gripped the armrests of the rattan chair tightly, a surge of heat flowing from beneath her, instantly soaking the soft animal hide.

She sat up, glanced down, and calmly said to the pale-faced Dan Yue, "Chapter 235: She's about to give birth."

Upon hearing this, the ferret that had been hiding in the waist pouch of the embroidered chair poked its head out and darted out with a "whoosh." It quietly squatted under the eaves, staring intently at her round belly, but it just watched and didn't make a sound.

The fire tongs in Dan Yue's hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and her face turned deathly pale.

It was his first time being a father, and when he saw Fuying clutching his protruding belly, covered in cold sweat, he panicked.

Fu Ying took a deep breath, frowned, and said, "Go to the sea."

As if waking from a dream, Dan Yue picked up the person and ran towards the beach not far from the bamboo house. His blue hair shimmered in the wind, and every suppressed breath of his partner in his arms caused him excruciating pain.

"Aying, can you still transform?" Dan Yue stared at Fuying, whose brows were tightly furrowed and whose lips were pale from the pain. Her fingers trembled slightly, and her voice was extremely hoarse. Her light blue pupils were tinged with blood from panic. Fuying's fingertips brushed against his tense jaw and whispered, "Go into the sea."

Dan Yue's thin lips were pressed tightly together, as if she was suppressing strong emotions.

"Wow--"

In the instant the waves splashed, Dan Yue hugged her tightly and jumped into the sea.

The moment it was enveloped by the water, the crimson scales on Fuying's lower body gradually unfolded, and its crimson fish tail resembled a cluster of flames.

She tilted her head back, her long hair flowing like seaweed with the current. Her lips parted slightly, her brows furrowed, and the pain caused her body to spasm. All the noise on land suddenly faded away, leaving only the sound of Dan Yue's breathing.

On the shore, the ferret looked at a streak of blood-stained silver sand, its dark eyes flickering.

The current swirled gently, and the pale moon, like a streak of azure lightning, swam to her side. Its strong, powerful arms firmly supported Fuying's waist, and its fish tail stirred up tiny waves, its azure scales shimmering coldly in the seawater.

Fuying pressed her forehead against Danyue's neck, biting her lower lip until it turned white.

The contractions in her abdomen grew more frequent, but the cub was unwilling to come out.

Dan Yue trembled all over, her fishtail swaying slightly, but she didn't know how to comfort her partner. She could only place her trembling fingertips on her tense abdomen and gently stroke it, hoping that the little one would stop tormenting his mother.

God does not fulfill one's wishes.

During the anxious wait, the temperature of the seawater suddenly dropped.

Dan Yue suddenly looked up, her light blue pupils shrinking into thin lines amidst the dark currents.

The once clear sea surface is now dark and gloomy. The white snowflakes disappear instantly upon touching the water. Over time, the entire seawater is tinged with a bone-chilling cold.

"It's snowing." Dan Yue's voice trembled slightly. He hugged the armrest tighter, and fine water droplets clung to his long, light blue eyelashes, making it hard to tell if they were seawater or something else.

Mermaid cubs are most vulnerable to the cold, and this is precisely the crucial moment.

"Come out quickly..." Dan Yue coaxed softly, her voice becoming more and more beautiful in the seawater, but the end of her voice was extremely flustered.

His delicate face was filled with anxiety, his eyes were red, and gradually, the frequency of his tail fin movements became erratic.

Fuying's body trembled slightly, and hot, viscous blood seeped from between its crimson scales, spreading into a faint red mist in the seawater.

Her pale lips moved slightly as she softly uttered, "It's snowing, and Qinglan hasn't come back yet."

Dan Yue cupped the back of her neck with her palm and lowered her head to press her cold forehead against it: "He will come back after the cub is born."

The snowflakes falling on the sea surface are becoming increasingly dense, and the seawater is cooling down at an alarming rate.

With a sudden sway of its pale blue fishtail, it said, "Aying, I'm going to take you to the bottom of the sea. The warm currents there can protect the cubs."

Fu Ying nodded, looked up at the sea, made a hand seal with her fingertips, and a ray of light suddenly broke through the water.

Dan Yue pulled her closer to his chest, his fishtail creating a rapid current that carried her through the waterway and swiftly into the deep sea. His long, azure hair spread out in the water, a hint of crimson spreading across the corners of his eyes, and an unprecedented anxiety surging in his chest.

As the warm current from the seabed gradually swept in, Dan Yue still felt it wasn't fast enough.

Fuying nestled in his arms, each painful gasp feeling like a sharp blade slicing into his heart.

(End of this chapter)