Morning Sickness and Sudden Realizations

He had never imagined himself creating a family, but the idea of protecting this warmth was unexpectedly appealing.

He felt a growing fondness for the child yet to be born, a love blooming in his heart even now.

It made him feel deeply happy.

Maybe this life in a strange, otherworldly place wasn't so bad after all.

The next morning, Shen Xinghui slowly woke up, wrapped in the comforting warmth of Ignatius' arms.

His body was damp with sweat, but it felt oddly pleasant.

From somewhere nearby, the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air.

"Ugh…" he groaned.

"Xinghui?" Ignatius' voice called softly.

Ignatius, now waking slowly, looked at Shen Xinghui with a puzzled expression.

It was only natural—Shen Xinghui had suddenly sat up, clutching his mouth as waves of nausea hit him.

That smell of bread, so rich and appetizing…

"Ugh…!"

"Xinghui!" Ignatius called out, alarmed.