Song Yansheng's thin lips moved slightly, and he said, "I'll find a way to contact Yan Ke and have him tell A Qing the child's name!"
Qin Ran nodded, "I hope she doesn't dislike the name I came up with? She wanted something from Tang poetry, but I haven't read much Tang poetry, so I just called it Shishi. It's quite nice, isn't it?"
Song Yansheng responded, "I believe A Qing will really like that name!"
Qin Ran laughed, "Actually, I think so too!"
...
Shi Nuan learned about A Qing's childbirth from Song Yansheng just before going to bed.
Thinking back to the last time she saw A Qing, it seemed like a long time ago. Back then, she had touched A Qing's belly and felt the child inside moving.
And in the blink of an eye, A Qing had already given birth to an adorable little princess.
Shi Nuan's hand involuntarily moved to her own abdomen, and her heart was filled with a throbbing pain.
