In the blink of an eye, ten months passed.
Luo Qingchen was about to welcome Nian An's birth, and she knew that the child would arrive safely.
Because he is Nian An.
After several months of getting along, Xiaohong's relationship with her became much more familiar than before.
Although, it was impossible for her to help her out. She also told her very clearly that she was entrusted by others and she could not get out.
Luo Qingchen didn't force her because she knew that Xiaohong didn't have a mobile phone on her body.
Her contact with the outside world is also through passing notes.
"The baby will be born in a day or two." Xiaohong pointed to her belly and said, "Let them buy clothes. By the way, do you want to know whether it is a boy or a girl?"
They had also conducted many fetal examinations. Luo Qingchen would ask her some other questions, but they had never asked her about the gender of the baby.
Under normal circumstances, anyone who is a mother will want to know the gender of their child.
But Luo Qingchen never asked.
"A man." She squinted her eyes slightly, as if she was recalling the past or everything that had happened.
"How do you know?" Xiaohong was a little surprised. After all, she had just grown up, how could she know so clearly about the child.
Moreover, he was so sure that it must be a boy.
"I not only know his gender, maybe I even know what he looks like." Luo Qingchen smiled softly, with a warm light in his eyes.
yes! She also knew that her name was Nian An.
Nine lives, I wish you peace.
Xiao Hong seemed to be saying something, but Luo Qingchen could no longer hear clearly.
The air was filled with the faint scent of incense, and after a while she fell asleep.
She had a long dream, in which many scenes from previous planes appeared, including the time she had spent with Du Jiu Sheng.
Every encounter, every separation, every despair, every start over.
She has spent these thousands of years in endless reincarnations, and such reincarnations can always make people feel heartbroken.
"Qingchen, Qingchen—"
Someone seemed to be calling her name. She slowly opened her eyes and felt a pain in her abdomen.
"The baby is about to be born." Xiaohong gently wiped the sweat on her head with a towel and said, "Press a little harder."
"Hmm..." She responded, frowning slightly.
In the past, Luo Qingchen always felt particularly relaxed every time she gave birth to Nian'an, because Nian'an was so worry-free.
But this time, it was very difficult.
It seemed as if everything was reminding her all the time that this plane was her last chance.
If it ends, she won't be able to see either Du Jiu Sheng or Nian An.
Xiaohong was very professional, even if she almost suffered a massive bleeding on the way, she handled it very well.
Although it was very difficult, Nian'an was still born.
When she cried loudly, Luo Qingchen's heart dropped to the ground.
"You can rest." Xiaohong cleaned the blood on the child and put it into the incubator that had been prepared early.
Luo Qingchen nodded slightly, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
She had another dream, and this dream seemed to be related to Nian An.
On that modern basketball court, he hit a three-pointer into the basket, and countless girls screamed around him.
He was wearing a white shirt and had an extremely handsome face, but his eyes were exceptionally deep.
He seemed to glance at the basket, his eyes full of sadness, endless sadness.