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He looked down at the baby girl in his arms, whose wails have began to subside into quiet sobs. He was shell-shocked when he saw the infant's expression. The weak baby was staring at him straight in the eyes, her own red and teary from all that crying. But that was not what made Ah Chye stop and think. It was what was in her eyes. He could clearly see the emotions that the newborn child was feeling at that point of time. Hurt, melancholy... and most eminently fear. Without any words, she was pleading him, pleading him to be let off.
Ah Chye's heart ached at the sight. She was his own flesh and blood... how could he kill her? But, if he did not, a calamity will befall the family, just like the fortune teller had said... will it? He held the baby close, hesistant about ending her life. Lian Jing had said that the fortune teller's words were lies, right? Ah Chye pondered and pondered by the well for a long time before he finally decided to bring the child back into the house.
As he entered his small cottage, he saw the midwife tucking his unconcious wife, who had fainted from the shock, into the bed. She wordlessly picked up her belongings and made her way toward the door. Before she shut it after stepping out, she told Ah Chye something he would never forget for his entire life.
"You have avoided the calamity that was bound to happen from your own selfish superstion."
