Chapter 313: Because I like warmth, 117

The mirror fell from the back of the horse on a rainy night, rushing into the yard, and thunderstorms, but he clearly heard the unprecedented painful cry of the number, as if suffering an unbearable penalty.
Jing Che doubled and shrank. He didn't want to push the door and rushed in, but he was stopped by Xuan Jiu. "Ache, can't go in."
Xuan Jiu did not expect that A Che would come back at this time. I don’t know if it’s sad or happy.
Can be mirrored, but staring at the inside of the house, "small warm, what's wrong?"
"The doctor said that it is premature birth. In this case, it is best to protect the princess's life. But the princess does not let the princess say... If the child is not alive, she will not live..." Xuan Jiu said and could not help but open. At first, I dare not face what will happen.
The mirror stayed for a moment, and his face still seemed to have no ups and downs, but the outline lines were tight.
The doctor suddenly took the medicine and came over from the kitchen. The mirror stopped him. The battlefield for many years has made him a person who just stood in front of others and invisibly gave him a sense of oppression that he could not resist. His cold eyes Blackbird stared at the doctor and said, "I don't care what you use. She and her children in her stomach are safe."
"I try my best."
"Not the best, it is certain." The mirror is clear and killing.
......
Later, the number of warmth no longer asked "Is he back?" so plainly makes himself sad.
She can't think more and more, why did he leave himself, Shibuya's words, the words of the father, constantly swaying in his mind, and getting more and more awake, he just don't want to warm up, don't want a baby.
The number is only one person.
A person is hurting, a person is having a baby.
From start to finish, they are all alone.
She thought she would have given birth to her baby even if she died.
In the end, the number of warmth did not even have the strength to speak out. She could feel that the child was also kicking her belly and wanted to come out. She repeatedly repeated in the severe contraction and colic, fainted and woke up.
The midwife is talking, and some people are talking outside the door.
But she couldn't hear anything, it hurts too much.
The brain screams, the whole consciousness is vague, but the sore pain is accompanied by oneself, life can not, can not die.
"Girl, girl, you can't sleep, listen to the old body, and then work hard, I have already seen the child's head, and you force it again, let's stick to it, girl!"
Rao is an experienced maternity, and this will be a little nervous.
The child's head is coming out. If the number of warmth is no longer strong, I am afraid that the child will slowly suffocate the past in such a contraction...
The number of warmth caught the cloth around, but did not work hard.
It seems that all the effort has been exhausted.
"You listen to me, do you like this child? Are you trying to make your child so hard that you can't lose it at this time? Right? Don't give up, do you?"
A few warmths of tears slowly nodded, grabbed the hand that the maternity stretched over to her, clenched her teeth, and screamed at the neck and made another hoarse voice.
During the period, the mother-in-law has been encouraging her to say that the child is coming out, and that the child is the best and best gift left for her.
A few warm smiles, but burst into tears.
At the end of the last, she screamed with tears, and the child came out, but she lost herself, and fell on the bed, and could not move.