"Nannan, today is your birthday... Mom brought a lot of gifts, all of which I made by myself. Do you like it?" An Lan took out the gift from the bag, including the piglet, rabbit, flowers she folded, and the doll she made.

She took it out one by one and placed it in front of the tombstone, with tears on her face, and whispered: "Nannan, mom doesn't know what you like? If, if you don't like these, I'll give my mother a dream, mom will do it for you, and after doing it..."

Speaking of this, An Lan choked and couldn't say anything. Tears as big as beans kept falling to the ground. She hugged the tombstone tightly and started crying.

"Nannan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... it's all my fault. Mom, mom can't protect you... Mom is a sinner, I, I'm not qualified to be your mother..."

"Originally you could be born in other families and be a simple and cute child. You could have a happy childhood... But my mother is sorry for you and failed to let you live in this world. I really, I really regret it, why, why, why I insist on giving birth to you..."

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have, you wouldn't have died..."

An Lan leaned on the tombstone in sorrow, crying heartbrokenly, and her self-blame and pain were like a flood that wanted to tell her to flood.

The guilt deeply pressed in her heart was overwhelmed with great resentment. She hated herself so much that if it weren't for her willful and selfish decision, how could she have ruined an innocent little life?

"Nannan, mom really misses you so much... Why do you always refuse to come to see me? Do you hate me very much? Nannan, my Nannan..."

The warm breeze blew by, like a gentle little hand stroking her face and wiping the tears on her face.

An Lan's eyes were soaked that she seemed to hear someone calling her mother in her ears.

An Lan stood up in surprise, looked around and shouted, "Nannan, is it you? My Nannan, where are you? Come out and see if I'm fine?"

However, An Lan was left to yell like a madman, but he never saw any trace.

Not far away, Mo Yan looked at her crazy appearance and couldn't help but sigh, but did not go forward to disturb her. It is always good for those who have been suppressed for too long to cry and vent.

"Nannan, can you come out to see me...I beg you..."

While staggering, An Lan fell to the ground, and a sharp stone pierced into her flesh and blood immediately poured out!

But she seemed to feel the pain, and she clenched her hands into fists and beat the ground hard, not caring that her hands were scratched with scars.

Only pain can slightly relieve her guilt towards Nannan.

She is willing to suffer and be tortured, which can reduce her sins!

The bodyguards in the distance saw this scene, fearing that An Lan would hurt him, so they asked Mo Yan if he wanted to go over and stop him.

Mo Yan hesitated for a moment, waved his hand and said, "I'll go there."

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and a pair of black leather shoes appeared in front of me. Mo Yan leaned over to support her arm and said, "Ms. An, stop hurting yourself anymore. I think the little girl is in the Spirit of Heaven, and she doesn't want to see you like this."

An Lan suddenly raised her head, her hair was messy and her eyes were swollen, like a pitiful and helpless little rabbit, asking, "Nannan, don't she hate me?"

"No, the child will never resent his parents. She must hope you can live a good life."

"Okay, okay..." An Lan lowered her eyes and muttered softly. After a long time, she staggered from the ground and whispered: "You go down first, I'll stay with Nannan."

Before leaving, she turned around and knelt in front of the tombstone, printed a deep kiss on it, stroked the tombstone and said, "Nannan, wait for mom, mom will definitely come to accompany you."

On the stone road, An Lan looked reluctantly and looked at him without notice of an old figure walking towards him...

When the two passed by, the old woman fell to the ground unsteadily, and An Lan subconsciously helped her.

When she saw the old woman's face, a look of surprise flashed across her face and she said in surprise: "Jing..."

The old woman was quick-witted and made a move to silence, then stuffed a small note into her palm, stood up tremblingly and nodded to thank her.

An Lan was shocked and wondered. She glanced at Mo Yan's direction. They were walking towards him.

Her expression quickly returned to calm and she whispered: "Mother-in-law, be careful."

Mo Yan walked to her, "Miss An, is it okay?"

"It's okay, let's go." An Lan replied lightly, walking ahead first.

Mo Yan stood there, looked at the old woman suspiciously, frowned slightly, and said nothing more, following her steps into the car.

As soon as I got in the car, the black car roared out of the cemetery.
Chapter completed!