The Death of Jian Mei

But in the hands of the midwife, the child let out a cry.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Peihuan sighed in relief.

The few people outside the door also revealed smiles on their faces.

"May the Bodhisattva bless us!"

Old Madam Jiang, hearing the cries from inside, clasped her hands and made a gesture of prayer towards the sky.

Inside the room, Jiang Peihuan wrapped the child and placed him next to Jiang Mei. She then whispered, "It's a boy, and he's very handsome."

Jiang Mei was already exhausted, but on hearing Jiang Peihuan's voice, she opened her eyes with all her might.

Looking at the baby in the swaddle, tenderness filled Jian Mei's eyes.

Due to premature birth, the baby's skin was slightly purple and he was very small, but Jian Mei was still overjoyed.

She tried to touch the baby's face but couldn't lift her hand. Seeing this, Jiang Peihuan reached out and took her hand, placing it gently next to the baby's face.