Chapter 434:
The last time I gave birth, I didn’t even get the chance to see what my child looked like. The doctor had announced my child’s death.
Even now, thinking about that moment still brought me immense sadness.
Seeing my daughter before me made me think of the child I had lost, and my tears began to fall once more.
Klein tried to comfort me.
“You should be happy to see your daughter. Why are you crying again?” At the right moment, Klein took out a tissue from his pocket, pulled one out, and handed it to me.
I took the tissue and said, “Thank you.”
Klein smiled gently.
“The doctor said that although she’s a premature baby, her physical condition is still good. He said that in about half a month, she’ll be able to leave the hospital with you.”
“Really? You didn’t lie to me, did you?” I looked at Klein with a puzzled expression, afraid he was lying to protect my feelings.
“When have I ever lied to you?” Klein replied with a grin.
“How about this: if I’m lying, you can twist my head off and kick it like a ball, okay?”
Klein made a gesture toward his neck, humorously.
“Your head’s too big. I can’t kick it,” I said casually.
“Haha…” Klein laughed too. After a moment of pause, he suddenly asked, “Wait a second. She doesn’t have a name yet. Why don’t you give her one?”
“Yes, she doesn’t have a name yet.” I suddenly realized this.
I lowered my head, thinking for a moment.
“What about ‘Lucky’? I hope luck will always be with her,” I said.
Klein nodded approvingly.
“Good, that’s a great name!”
Then, he turned to look at the baby on the other side of the glass and smiled.
“You have a name. Did you hear that? Your mother named you ‘Lucky’. You must remember it!”
“She can’t hear you at all!” I laughed, nudging Klein. But maybe it was the little force I used that made me immediately frown. The pain in my abdomen made my expression twist.
“What’s wrong?”
Klein looked at me, alarmed, and hurried to support me.
“My wound hurts so much!” My lips trembled from the pain.
Klein bent down and gently picked me up. He quickly turned around and walked back to the ward, saying, “You must have affected your wound. I’ll call the doctor to check on you right away!”
“Yes,” I nodded.
At that moment, Klein had become my strongest support. Although I felt guilty and moved by his care, I had no choice but to rely on him now.
