Lin Miao, Tian Xin, Old Iron, and the others stood guard outside, anxiously awaiting the birth of Tian Xun and Lin Shen's child.
"Why hasn't she given birth yet? It's already been five days." Tian Xin said irritably. "I've heard of long pregnancies—three to five years isn't unusual. But she's already in labor. How has she been giving birth for five days without delivering?"
Lin Miao said, "Humans give birth quickly; it doesn't take this long. I read that Celestials should also give birth quite quickly. What exactly is going on?"
No one could answer that question. Everyone stared eagerly at the delivery room.
Suddenly, the door to the delivery room was pulled open, and the Celestial Race midwife emerged with a joyful expression. "Congratulations! Madam has given birth to a girl."
Everyone hurriedly gathered around. They all wanted to know what a child born of a Celestial Race-human hybrid would look like.
When they leaned in for a look, they saw that the midwife was holding a little girl whose eyes had not yet opened and whose skin was still rosy pink.
The child looked no different from a human. She had not inherited the Celestial Race's wings, nor did she possess any other obvious nonhuman traits.
Lin Miao wanted to hold the child, but she had no idea where to begin. She could handle anything in business, but she truly had no experience holding babies.
The midwife lifted the child and placed her in Lin Miao's arms, then taught her how to hold a newborn.
Once Lin Miao was able to hold the child properly, she studied her face but still could not tell whether the girl resembled Lin Shen more or Tian Xun more.
"Can we go in?" Lin Miao asked the midwife.
"You can, but the