At first, Ling Chuxia could still easily chat and joke with Shi Che, but gradually, as the pain intensified, her emotions became tense, and her consciousness started to blur.
Shi Che stayed by her side the whole time, every frown, every painful cry she made felt like a heavy hammer pounding on him, crushing his heart into pieces.
He couldn't take the pain for her; all he could do was constantly help her divert her attention.
"Chuxia, our child is about to be born. Have you thought of what to name him?"
They had discussed the child's name before, but Mrs. Shi had already chosen a name early on. As the heir of the Shi Family, the name couldn't be casual. Ling Chuxia was a bit disappointed, but she didn't argue with Mrs. Shi, understanding the bigger picture.
So when Shi Che asked this now, she couldn't help but open her eyes and weakly said, "Hasn't mom already chosen a name?"
