Li Fei paused slightly at her words, then let out a soft laugh, his eyes full of tenderness.
For six years, he had battled on the court, spending every day studying tactics, honing his skills, and chasing championships.
His mind had been filled with scores, strategies, records, and dynasty ambitions. He had never spared much thought for names.
"To be honest, I've been so busy with games and training that I never really gave it proper thought."
He lowered his head and gently brushed against Monica Bellucci's hair, his voice tender yet serious.
"But you're right to remind me. Our child needs to grow up safely, and we should start preparing properly."
"In the days ahead, I'll give it some serious thought."
"I'll find a name that's gentle yet strong, one worthy of our little treasure."
Monica's heart warmed at his words. She raised her arms and hugged his waist tightly.
"There's no rush. Take your time. I'll wait until we decide on it together."
"No matter what we call the child, as long as we choose it together, it'll be the best name."
They embraced beneath the gentle sunlight as time passed in quiet peace.
On the court, he was unstoppable, invincible throughout the league, forging an undefeated dynasty.
In life, he was gentle and devoted to his family, his heart full of softness as he protected his beloved and their unborn child.
In one hand, he held a four-peat dynasty admired by millions. In the other, he held a hard-won, tender bond.
As they walked out of the hospital, New York's warm breeze swept over them, gentle yet fervent.
The Knicks' winning streak continued, and the dynasty's brilliance swept through the entire league.
Li Fei's golden age was not limited to being crowned at the peak of the