The Quiet Hospital.
In the long corridor.
Mo Zixi’s tall figure stood there.
Around her, there were some staff members, some relatives and friends.
Mo Zixi’s eyes were fixed on the delivery room.
The door was pushed open again.
A young nurse carefully carried a baby out of the room. She stepped forward with a smile and said respectfully, “Commander, it’s Lin ‘er. He weighs six pounds and six taels. Congratulations.”
Mo Zixi quietly looked at the little child.
She looked at his small mouth and his throat. He was resisting this strange world weakly.
He had a beautiful smile on his face.
He looked at his son’s wrinkled face.
“Commander, give him a hug,”the nurse reminded him.
Mo Zixi reached out her hand.
The nurse carefully handed the baby to him.
Mo Zixi held the soft little body in her arms. It was so small, so small..
He did not even open his eyes at that moment.
He could not see if his eyes were the orthodox dark green color.
