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She walked to the bedside and sat down, her tears soaking a small patch of the pillow. She didn't know why she was crying, but she couldn't stop herself.

About ten minutes later, the door rang, and Qin Yuzheng returned.

He walked to the bedroom door and knocked. "Baby, open the door."

Yang Zhiyan walked over and opened the door. Qin Yuzheng stood in the doorway, holding a bag of spicy strips. He hadn't taken off his coat yet, and the collar was a little disheveled from the wind.

He handed her the spicy snacks, saying, "I bought them, but we agreed that you can only eat a little bit."

Yang Zhiyan looked at the bag of spicy strips, then at him. He had run out late at night for her sake, just for that bag of spicy strips.

She reached out and took it, unwrapped it, took out one, took a small bite, chewed it a couple of times, and tears started falling again.

"It doesn't taste good?" Qin Yuzheng asked.

Yang Zhiyan shook her head, put down the spicy snack, buried her face in his chest, and said in a muffled voice, "Honey, I'm being so unreasonable, will you stop loving me?"

Qin Yuzheng placed his hand on her back and patted it gently. "How could that be? I love you no matter what. You've already had a hard time during your pregnancy, so it's my duty to do what I can."

Yang Zhiyan looked up from his arms, tears still streaming down her face. "Just because of duty?"

Qin Yuzheng looked down at her, his gaze earnest. "Because I love you, I want to do anything for you."

That night, Qin Yuzheng dried her hair, carried her to bed, and turned off the light after she fell asleep.

He lay down beside her, holding her hand in the darkness, her fingers slowly loosening in his palm.

He stared at the ceiling in the dark, thinking that her pregnancy was hard, but being able to see her being unreasonable, willful, and throwing tantrums in front of him was a privilege that only he could see, a privilege that he indulged and showed only to him.

I'm so happy! My baby has become so spoiled that only he can tolerate her little temper. She will always be his darling.

Qin Yuzheng turned over in the darkness, pulled her closer to him, let her rest her head on his arm, listen to his heartbeat, and fell asleep.

The night outside the window was very deep. Winter in Haicheng was quiet, with only the sound of the wind squeezing in through the cracks in the window.

A week before his due date, Qin Yuzheng began to suffer from insomnia.

Every night, he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, going over all the possible scenarios in his mind: what if he suddenly went into labor in the middle of the night, what if there was a traffic jam on the road, and whether he should call an ambulance if his water broke.

I woke up this morning with dark circles under my eyes.

Yang Zhiyan leaned against the headboard, looking at the dark circles under his eyes, and couldn't help but ask, "Have you been sleeping poorly these past few days?"

Qin Yuzheng was squeezing toothpaste for her when he paused, "It's alright."

Yang Zhiyan looked at his eyes, which clearly showed he hadn't slept well, but didn't expose him.

The official launch took place in the early hours of the morning.

Yang Zhiyan turned over and felt an irregular, throbbing sensation. It wasn't particularly painful, but it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

She didn't wake Qin Yuzheng immediately; instead, she lay down for a while and counted the intervals.

About ten minutes later, it happened again.

She reached out and nudged the person next to her, "Qin Yuzheng."

Qin Yuzheng woke up almost immediately, his voice still hoarse from just waking up, "What's wrong?"

Yang Zhiyan said, "It seems like she's about to give birth." Qin Yuzheng jumped up from the bed.

The scene that followed still makes Yang Zhiyan laugh when she thinks back on it.

Then he suddenly threw off the covers and got out of bed, but his feet got tangled in the blankets, and he stumbled and almost fell.

He steadied himself by holding onto the bedside table, then started wandering around the room. First, he went to the wardrobe, opened the door, then closed it again. He walked to the door and then turned back. "Where's the hospital bag?"

Yang Zhiyan lay on the bed, watching him walk around the room for the third time. "It's next to the shoe cabinet in the entryway. You put it there yourself yesterday."

Qin Yuzheng then remembered, quickly walked to the entrance, picked up the maternity bag and went back to the bedroom, then stood by the bed, "Can you walk? I'll carry you."

Yang Zhiyan said, "Help me up first."

Qin Yuzheng bent down to help her up. When she stood up, the contractions came again, this time more intense than before, and she frowned.

Qin Yuzheng immediately tensed up, "Does it hurt? Does it hurt a lot? Should we call an ambulance?"

Yang Zhiyan paused for a moment, "No need, you can help me change my clothes first."

Changing clothes was like a small battle. Qin Yuzheng was helping her put on her pants, his hands were shaking, and he had to button them several times before they were on.

Yang Zhiyan looked at his trembling fingers and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm not nervous at all."

Qin Yuzheng took a deep breath. "I'm not nervous."

On the short walk from the bedroom to the elevator, Qin Yuzheng carried the maternity bag in one hand and supported Yang Zhiyan with the other.

Once in the car, he started it and drove out of the residential area. The traffic light was red at the intersection, so he stopped and kept tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

After the light turned green, he stepped on the gas pedal a bit too hard. Yang Zhiyan said, "Slow down, don't rush."

Qin Yuzheng slowed down the car. "Okay, no rush."

When they arrived at the hospital, Qiu Jinyi had already made all the arrangements.

The nurse pushed the wheelchair over and took Yang Zhiyan inside, with Qin Yuzheng following beside her, still clutching the strap of the maternity bag in his hand.

When Yang Zhiyan was wheeled into the examination room, Qin Yuzheng was standing at the door, wanting to follow her in but was stopped by a nurse, who said, "Family members, please wait outside."

Qin Yuzheng stood at the door, watching it close in front of him, and silently prayed.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Grandma Qin: "She's in the hospital."

He sent another message to Qin Yu and another to Teacher Mu. Then, holding his phone, he stood in the corridor, feeling that he should do something, but there was nothing he could do.

After the examination was completed, Yang Zhiyan was taken to the delivery room.

When Qin Yuzheng changed into sterile clothing and went in, Yang Zhiyan was already lying on the delivery bed. Her contractions had become regular, and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, but her expression was relatively calm.

Qin Yuzheng walked over, sat down next to her, and took her hand. Her palm was wet and warmer than usual.

"Does it hurt?" His voice was a little hoarse.

Yang Zhiyan nodded.

Qin Yuzheng gripped his hand even tighter.

The nurse was preparing, the curtain was half-drawn, and the numbers on the monitor were jumping.

Qin Yuzheng's gaze remained fixed on Yang Zhiyan's face; every time she frowned, his heart clenched.

The midwife said, "Your cervix is ​​fully dilated, you can start pushing now," and then began to instruct her on how to breathe and push.

Yang Zhiyan gripped Qin Yuzheng's hand tightly, her nails digging into his skin, but he didn't utter a sound.

When the contractions came, her brows furrowed and her lips turned white from biting them.

Qin Yuzheng's hand was red from being gripped so tightly by her. He reached out with his other hand and brushed her hair away from her face. "I'm here. It's okay. You did a great job."

His voice was trembling.

When Yang Zhiyan exerted force, her entire face turned red.

Qin Yuzheng's face was even paler than hers, and he was sweating just as much as she was. She was holding his hand tightly, and his knuckles had been pinched so hard that several crescent-shaped red marks were left.

He felt his heart beating faster than he could stand, and his vision blurred in waves.

The nurse shouted, "One more time, you can see the head!" Qin Yuzheng's vision blurred for a moment.