Several months passed, and on this day, Medicine King came specifically to check my pulse. His calm gaze held a touch of focus as he rested his fingers lightly on my wrist, carefully sensing the rhythm of my pulse. After a moment, he slowly raised his head, looked at Mufeng and me, and with a gratified smile, said, "In another half a month, Heavenly Consort will give birth."
His voice was steady and firm, easing the nervousness I had been feeling. Upon hearing this, Mufeng’s eyes immediately flashed with a mix of surprise and concern. He held my hand tightly, as if using his strength to pass courage and reassurance to me.
I gently stroked my swollen abdomen. My heart was filled with anticipation for the new life about to arrive, yet it was also tinged with an inexplicable unease—a feeling as if a shadow was hazily shrouding my heart, seemingly foretelling that something unexpected might happen on the day of the birth.
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