Throughout their conversation, a loud cry of a newborn resonated within the operating room, which thrilled Jiang Hai instantly. When he held the child in his arms, tears of joy streamed down his face.
Su Mo had seen newborns before, but this was the first one born during the apocalypse that she witnessed. She couldn't help but think of Zhuang Mei's child whom she had once forcefully pushed back in prison.
Noticing her somber expression, Lu Chen unconsciously wrapped his arms around her shoulders in silent comfort.
Jiang Hai only held the baby briefly before the doctor placed him in an incubator to keep him warm, as it was cool outside and the baby could easily catch cold.
Through the incubator glass, Su Mo gently laid her hand on it and whispered, "So tiny."
The small, dark-red figure was perhaps only slightly larger than the size of Lu Chen's palm.
As the incubator was wheeled away, Jiang Hai followed along.