A mother's smile, the congratulations from brothers and sisters, wasn't that everything Ye Xuan had once wanted?
On the wedding night.
Xia Qingzhu was shy, her head lowered. When Ye Xuan blew out the red candlelight, the bridal chamber burst into boundless springtime hues.
A year passed.
From the hospital delivery room came the painful cries of Xia Qingzhu.
As the sound of a baby's cry was heard, Ye Xuan rushed excitedly into the delivery room, accompanied by his mother and others.
"Mr. Ye, congratulations, it's a boy," the doctor congratulated him, handing the infant to Ye Xuan.
"My… my son?"
Ye Xuan, now a father for the first time, was too excited to contain himself. He took the baby clumsily, his face filled with pure joy.
"Husband!"
Xia Qingzhu spoke weakly, prompting Ye Xuan to quickly approach his wife with the baby, happy as a child. "Qingzhu, look quickly, this is our child."