After that day, An Lan seemed to have made a slight change.

She still locked herself in the room, just not crying or seeking death.

Although I don’t eat much for three meals a day, I finally got a little better.

For this reason, Feng Yu called Aunt Li, who was taking care of her, and asked a few questions.

Aunt Li gritted her teeth and asked questions without knowing it, let alone mentioning what happened that day.

Although Feng Yu had questions in his heart, he did not ask.

Although An Lan still didn't want to see him, he felt much more relieved when he learned that she was in good condition.

......

A few days later, the study room-

Feng Yu put down the document, looked up at Mo Yan, frowned slightly and asked, "An Lan wants to go out?"

"Yes, Miss An said that it was the day, it was Miss Xiao’s Day, and she wanted to go to visit the grave." Mo Yan paused for a moment and glanced at Feng Yu's face.

Feng Yu fell into deep thought when he heard this, and he had almost no impression of Nannan.

After An Lan gave birth, he went to an important cocktail party and glanced at the baby in Mailinlin's hand.

Wrinkled and pink skin are his only impression.

He didn't want to look at it anymore, and he didn't look at it any more until later.

Now, when he thought of the wrinkled baby, his heart was suffocated with a headache, and his hands unconsciously clamped the pen.

"Okay, I'll go with her tomorrow." Feng Yu said in a deep voice.

Mo Yan looked at him with a strange expression and coughed lightly, "Ms. An said, she doesn't need anyone to accompany her, she wants to go to worship by herself."

Actually, the original words were told by Feng that my daughter didn't want to see him, and hoped that he would be self-aware and not appear in the cemetery.

Despite this, Feng Yu still heard what he meant. He smiled bitterly and shook his head and said, "She doesn't want me to go."

"President......"

"Forget it, let her go, you send her there yourself. Remember to watch out for her and don't let her be too sad."

Feng Yu waved his hand and signaled Mo Yan to go out.

Listening to the sound of footsteps gradually fading away, he wiped his face tiredly, looked at the bright moonlight outside the window, and sighed softly.

The next day, An Lan got up early in the morning and was busy preparing gifts for the daughters in another world.

In fact, she hasn't slept since yesterday and has been in a state of excitement.

After asking Aunt Li to buy materials and paper cuts for her, she was busy making gifts in the room.

After changing her clothes, she opened the door with a gift. Mo Yan stood at the door and nodded politely, "Miss An, you can set off after breakfast."

"No need to have breakfast, go immediately."

"Ms. An, an empty stomach can easily lead to hypoglycemia, so let's have some breakfast first... These things were prepared by Aunt Li in the morning."

When passing by the restaurant, Mo Yan persuaded him a few words. An Lan stopped and looked at the dining table. He couldn't bear to waste Aunt Li's intentions, so he nodded and quickly ate a few bites, and hurriedly left.

On the second floor, Feng Yu walked to the dining table and tasted the meal she had taken with him bite after bite.

The cemetery was deserted in the morning, and the early birds stood on the branches and chirped, with a slightly moist air rushing towards us.

An Lan held the gift bag and took heavy and nervous steps to a snow-white tombstone.

There are no photos on the tombstone, and the carved golden fonts are written with the tomb of the daughter Nannan. There are no signatures on the stele, only small golden characters in the corner, which contain her date of birth and death.

The mist blurred An Lan's eyes. She knelt in front of the tombstone with a thunderous sound, gently stroked the tombstone with a trembling hand, and said hoarsely: "Nannan, mom is here to see you..."

The tombstone exudes the cold temperature, which hurts her fingers and also hurts An Lan's heart!
Chapter completed!