From the rupture of the amniotic sac to the birth of the child, it took less than two hours, yet Mo Yan suffered more pain than some women who endured longer labors, to the extent that the moment she realized she had given birth to a daughter, she could no longer bear it and fainted.
When she awoke again, it was already dark outside, and the light emanating from the lantern on the bedside table shone on her face, still showing traces of fatigue and paleness.
"Yanyan, you're awake?" Xiao Ruiyuan, who had been by her bedside, saw Mo Yan waking up and showed a hint of joy on his face, "How do you feel, any discomforts?"
Mo Yan slowly shook her head, struggling to sit up, only to find her body weak and without strength. A certain part of her lower body felt as if it had been torn open again, the pain causing her to furrow her brows and emit a hissing gasp.