"Baby, baby..."
Nianyang stumbled as she was assisted to the side of the incubator.
Through the transparent window, her little daughter lay weakly balled up in the swaddle, her small red wrinkled face twisting unconsciously.
She was so very small and seemed incredibly uncomfortable, making soft whimpering sounds that were different from her brothers' loud cries, her thin little face looked pitiful.
The tears that Nianyang had held back for so long suddenly poured out, and she reached out a hand to cover her mouth, sobbing painfully.
Li Tingyan couldn't bear to look at their daughter either, pressing down on the back of Nianyang's head, "Don't cry, don't cry."
"It's all my fault," Nianyang choked, "I harmed her, Ah Yan, I harmed our daughter."
"It's not your fault, don't blame yourself," Li Tingyan's eyes were bloodshot, "Nini, you were great, it was your efforts that gave our daughter life, you are the best."
