When Jian Yiling woke up, she saw a group of people gathered beside her.
"How are you feeling?" Zhai Yunsheng asked worriedly.
"I feel a bit of pain," Jian Yiling softly answered. The look on her face appeared a bit aggrieved.
However, in reality, Jian Yiling did not feel aggrieved. Her pale face accompanied by her soft voice just gave off that impression.
"It's alright. Let's not have another child."
"I want to see my baby."
"Bring him here," Zhai Yunsheng said.
Upon hearing this, Master Zhai hurriedly gestured for someone to bring over Jian Yiling's baby.
He was sleeping soundly in a bundle of lightweight cotton.
"He looks like you," Jian Yiling said with a smile on her face.
She was really happy.
It was a smaller version of A Sheng.
Jian Yiling stretched out her finger and gently poked his fleshy and soft cheeks.
