Lin Xian spoke with gravity:
"You have a bigger belly than a pregnant woman."
"No way."
Zhao Yingjun waved Lin Xian over:
"Feel it yourself. It's been more than ten weeks now; my belly's noticeably starting to round out. The doctor said that after a while, I'll be able to feel the baby move."
Lin Xian sat down on the sofa and placed his hand on Zhao Yingjun's slightly rounded abdomen.
Indeed.
It was starting to swell.
He found it truly marvelous...
It was an indescribable feeling.
Inside here.
There was actually a new life.
A person who, in a decade or so, would grow up gracefully—someone who would be sitting on the sofa with them!
"It's hard to imagine…"
Lin Xian sighed:
"The two of us actually created a living, breathing human."
"It sounds silly to say, but it really is a miraculous thing. No matter how advanced science becomes, it still can't truly give birth to real life, yet for humans... it's such a simple matter."
"Simple? Haha."
