It's like he's the one giving birth.

...

Xingyi and the others waited for a long time before they heard the sound of a baby's hooves.

Dou Shiliu came out covered in sweat, and his clothes were stained with blood.

"Give"

Hurry and hug her; her arms are about to give way.

Zhong Chu stiffly accepted it.

The little child was wrapped in cotton cloth.

Her little face was wrinkled, but her complexion was rosy, and her skin was so tender it looked like you could squeeze water out of it.

Xingyi walked over with bright eyes and carefully touched the child's boneless fingers.

"You... help me hold him."

Zhong Chu stammered as she carefully handed the child to Xing Yi.

Then I went inside to check on the apricots.

Dou Shiliu twisted his neck beside him.

It's so sour.

His cold hands rested on her shoulders, giving her a firm massage.

Dou Shiliu's brows relaxed, and he chuckled as he turned to look at Bai Yu: "A little to the left."

Move the hand on your shoulder a little to the left.

Xingyi was also teasing the children on the side.

In the apocalypse, a person who shares blood ties with them descends upon this place once more.

They have one more member.

Children are the new hope in the end times, humanity's last hope.

Three years later.

A van sped along the dilapidated road.

Dou Shiliu turned the steering wheel expressionlessly.

A rustling sound came from nearby.

She didn't even lift her eyes.

"Zhong Xiyang, sit still."

There was no one in the passenger seat next to me.

But slowly a small figure appeared, with large eyes that seemed to be filled with mist, and tender red lips that turned up in a smirk.

"Aunt Si has seen right through me again."

She held a tiny, dazed dog in her fair, delicate hands.

Dou Shiliu glanced at him. "Do your parents know you're with me?"

The little brat lowered his head guiltily.