April 17...
Lin Xian felt a sense of disorientation listening to this extraordinarily coincidental date.
Once again, fate has placed him at a crossroads.
If he were to go to the future to avoid virus infection...
He would even...
be unable to even take a look at his daughter's face or hold her small body...
He pursed his lips and softly asked:
"Can the due date be calculated so precisely?"
"Of course, it can't be absolutely accurate."
Zhao Yingjun smiled:
"It could be a couple of days early or late, but the doctor said that the likelihood of it being late is small; little Yu Xi's actual weeks are a bit on the higher side."
"The exact day she'll be born depends on the child and the delivery's smoothness, but the doctor's recommendation is that we should go to the hospital for delivery preparation on the 15th; a private room has already been reserved for us."
Lin Xian nodded, not saying a word.
