Hua Mi felt she could no longer hold on.
At that moment, Xin Qiuru propped up one of Hua Mi's arms using her own slender shoulder.
Xin Qiuru was drenched in sweat, too, but she continued to encourage Hua Mi,
"The Long March spans thousands of miles, and we've already covered nine thousand. We only have the final few steps left, Ah Mi, we must persevere."
"You are the strongest; you have always been the strongest."
Hua Mi was covered in sweat, yet at that moment, the amniotic fluid ceased to flow.
Clutching the Gatling in one hand and leaning half on Xin Qiuru and half on the Gatling, she said in excruciating pain,
"This is even more painful than the worst injury I've ever suffered. Why does childbirth have to hurt so much?"
Xin Qiuru, with a pale face, wiped the sweat from her forehead and, supporting Hua Mi, managed to take a couple more difficult steps forward,
