Wan'er paused her hand and looked at Xiqiu, revealing a trace of joy in her eyes.
Hearing the midwife's voice: "Fourth Master... Fourth Master, the birthing room is a filthy place, you cannot enter."
"Get out of the way!" Fourth Master Xiao's deep voice fell, and he had already lifted the curtain and stepped inside. His strides were so large it seemed he could reach Xiqiu in a single step, his usually composed and intimidating gait now appeared disordered and unsteady: "Girl!" he exclaimed urgently as he reached the bedside.
Xiqiu's long-held tears finally flowed: "Fourth Master!"
Fourth Master Xiao gazed at Xiqiu; he had seen her playful, calm, crying, and lost, but never like this, so despairing, like a farewell before death.
His heart ached fiercely, his large hand clasped Xiqiu's hand tightly, and he turned to Ruan Jingliu: "What exactly is going on?"
