Jiang Xiaoou looked like he was in a state of collapse, with his neck thrown back and his mouth open, breathing in and out.

Pei Xiao was frightened by this scene. The meatball cried for a while and then became silent and motionless. She couldn't even connect it with the beautiful white baby. It was covered in blood from head to toe.

, in fact, Pei Xiao couldn't tell where the head was and where the feet were.

After a while, Jiang Xiaoou recovered from the shock, tremblingly touched a pair of rusty scissors on the table, gritted his teeth, and cut the umbilical cord.

Use trembling fingers to wipe the blood from the child's face.

Pei Xiao glanced at it. It was really not a beautiful child. The skin was red and wrinkled. The facial features were hidden in the folds and the eyes and nose could not be distinguished. Maybe it was because of the cold, the child had been shaking.

Jiang Xiaoou took off his coat and wrapped the child up, leaving only its head exposed. He teased its curled little hands with his fingers and seemed to smile in a daze: "Good baby... so beautiful..."

In the eyes of parents, every child born is the most beautiful angel given by God.

At that moment, Jiang Xiaoou, who was in the dirty darkness, seemed to be covered with a layer of light.

Pei Xiao looked at her in shock. At this time, the ship's hull shook violently. He heard someone on the deck shouting: "The wind has picked up, Brother Qi, why don't we dock..."

"Cao, there is an ambush on the shore, it's a note..."

"Turn the helm, I'm telling you to fucking turn the helm...go away..."

The deck fell into chaos. Pei Xiao suddenly stood up and wanted to take a look at the situation outside. However, Jiang Xiaoou held his hand firmly back.

"Promise me..."

No matter how the wind roared outside and ghosts cried and wolves howled, Jiang Xiaoou's expression remained calm.

Her hands were cold, so frighteningly cold that Pei Xiao could even feel her life draining away a little bit. She gave everything to the sleeping child in her arms. It had nothing to do with the storm, nothing to do with the rain of bullets, and everything to do with love, hate, and hatred.

It doesn't matter, it's just a child who fell into the world, sleeping so peacefully, untainted by dust.

Pei Xiao admitted that he was a little moved.

For this great maternal love. For the things that I have no time to possess.

Jiang Xiaoou stubbornly dragged her and refused to let her go. He grabbed the scissors thrown on the ground and stabbed his abdomen.

"I caused you to be stabbed, and I will pay you back now...I will pay you back whatever I owe you...Please...save my child..."

The scissors were already rusty and dull, and Jiang Xiaoou had just given birth, so her hands had no strength at all, so the scissors only penetrated a little and then stopped, but her expression was very painful.

The ship's hull rocked more violently, and the salty sea breeze smelled faintly of an approaching storm.

She could no longer hesitate, snatched the baby from Jiang Xiaoou's hand, turned around and walked out of the cabin without hesitation.

The baby who had been sleeping quietly seemed to have realized something, and suddenly cried out. As soon as Pei Xiao stepped onto the deck, she saw a big wave coming, and she fell back into the cabin again. When she looked back,

Jiang Xiaoou was seen leaning his head against the wooden hatch and closing his eyes.

Pei Xiao tentatively put a finger under her nose, but before touching it, he quickly took it back, his expression changing sharply.

The corners of her mouth were slightly curved, as if there was a hint of a smile.

The child in his arms was restless and crying frequently, as if he knew that this moment was the end of life and death and would never be seen again.
Chapter completed!