A woman's scream of pain suddenly sounded in the dark night. Through the cold air around her, it was faintly spread and it never dissipated for a long time, but only this sound was gone.
In the hazy night, you can vaguely see the tall figure of a woman in the old bed curtain in the room. The breath only came out, but there was no sound again after a moment. At this moment, a thunder exploded, and lightning and thunder sounded.
In a while, the eyes that had already lost their light miraculously restored to the clarity.
The painful shouts resounded through the entire courtyard again, but were all swallowed by the thunder until the dawn was light, and a baby's cry replaced the loud female voice.
Huo Aorou's last perception before his consciousness was dissipated was the deafening cry. He still thought he was still lying in that half-sized apartment.
"ah--"
It was early in the morning, and a continuous high-pitched girl came from the dilapidated courtyard again, but this time it turned from pain to surprise.
Huo Aorou looked carefully at the pink and tender red meat ball under him. What was that? He stretched out his hand tremblingly and poked his wrinkled face slightly. Huhu... it was still warm.
Huo Aorou supported his body with some difficulty. Looking at the messy wooden bed, all kinds of chaotic scenes in his mind began to flow rapidly.
After a moment, I finally connected everything together and turned my head stiffly to the body of the meat ball. He...had he...birth himself?
With a bang, Huo Aoxue raised his hand and slapped it on his face, and it suddenly hurt. Isn't this a dream? She actually...had a child, and it was in this inexplicable place.
God, you are making such a joke. If it weren't for the vague pain from your lower body, Huo Aorou really wanted to hit the head of the bed. Maybe when you open your eyes, all this would be just an illusion.
However, time passed by minute by minute, and Huo Aorou's blinking eyes were almost cramping, and there was still such a constant scene in front of him.
Although the antique furnishings are a little old, this obviously won't be her three hundred and one-month-old apartment.
After half an hour, Huo Aorou finally accepted this reality. He clumsily endured the discomfort of his body and pulled the clean sheet beside him and wrapped the small body. Fortunately, the weather is not very cold now, otherwise she would probably see it now.
It's just a stiff little corpse.
This thought flashed through Huo Aoxue's mind, and his busy hands trembled. He accidentally poked a little breast of a certain meat ball, which immediately caused a burst of crying.
Embarrassingly withdrew his hand, Huo Aorou's black line full of forehead, is he protesting against himself?