She stared at the big yellow-skinned baby boy, somewhat dazed.
The baby boy neither cried nor fussed, just curled up into a ball.
The midwife became anxious, exerting all her skills, until finally... the baby boy cried out, though his voice was strange and unpleasant, as if his throat had been choked by smoke, making it hoarse.
This was in stark contrast to the clear cry that Xiaojing had emitted at birth.
The midwife was dumbfounded; she had delivered countless babies but had never encountered anything like this, like this child.
The atmosphere became a bit cold, and after finishing her duties, the midwife squeezed out a few words of "congratulations" with a smile, then hurriedly fled as if escaping.
However, a mother never finds her child ugly.
Tian Yuan cradled her large and oddly strange son, revealing a doting expression.
Yet the baby boy never opened his eyes; if it weren't for him breathing normally, he would have truly appeared as stillborn.
