Chapter 575: Memorial to the Children

"Think about it yourself. How good are your sleep quality these days? How many nightmares have you had? How many sweats have you had at night?"

After Mu Chi Yao asked this, Yan Anxi recalled it himself, and it seemed...yes.

"I still have to go and see it." Mu Chi Yao said, "But, you don't have to go to the hospital."

He also began to worry about Yan Anxi's health.

She can't have anything to do.

The housekeeper asked, "Then, Mr. Mu, are you going to invite... to a psychologist?"

"Yes." Mu Chi Yao nodded, "Go now, the faster the better."

"Yes, Mr. Mu."

Yan Anxi shook his head, "No need... I, I shouldn't have to see a psychologist."

But Mu Chi Yao just frowned at the butler: "What are you still standing here?"

"Yes, yes, I'll go and find an authoritative psychologist right away." said the housekeeper, "Mr. Mu, I'll go and contact you immediately."

Yan Anxi sighed: "If An Chen knew about you, he would think what happened to me."

Mu Chi Yao put down the newspaper: "Yan Anxi, if I guessed correctly, Yan Anchen seems...I don't know about your miscarriage."

"yes."

"Why are you hiding it?"

"I...I don't want him to worry about me."

Mu Chi Yao asked again: "Then how long do you think you can hide it?"

"Do you can hide it as long as you can." Yan Anxi replied, "I will take the initiative to tell him when I find a suitable time."

The child is Yan Anxi's heart pain.

If she wanted to tell Yan Anchen again, it would be equivalent to recalling the miscarriage.

Too painful.

This made her sleepless and sleepy and had nightmares, and she could not mention it again.

After a while, Yan Anxi looked up, looked at Mu Chi Yao, and said softly: "Mu Chi Yao, I suddenly have something I want to discuss with you."

"You said." Mu Chi Yao looked at her.

"Psychologists are dispensable, and I don't think it's necessary. But, Mu Chi Yao, if you really worry about me, care about my emotions, and are afraid that I have something to do, then... I just want to do one thing now."

Mu Chi Yao narrowed his eyes slightly: "Yan Anxi, although I don't know what you are going to do. But I have warned you that divorce is impossible, don't think about it!"

"It's not a divorce." Yan Anxi shook his head.

"What is that?"

Yan Anxi said softly but clearly: "The thing I can't let go of the most is the child. Because of the child, I have had nightmares. So, Mu Chi Yao, I want to erect a tombstone for my child."

As soon as this sentence was said, especially the word "tombstone", it instantly caused the entire restaurant to fall into a dead silence.

Mu Chi Yao frowned high in an instant, looking at her, his eyes were filled with emotions, and he looked at her for a long time without saying anything.

"He is my child." Yan Anxi's voice began to swallow even more. "Although he has not come to this world, he has a father, a mother, and a home. He should have a home."

I can't let this child die in vain.

If there are really ghosts in this world, then her child cannot become a lonely ghost.

She owes this child too much.

Since she knew she was pregnant, this child has suffered a lot with her and lived a nervous life.

Mu Chi Yao's voice was deep: "Where do you want to stand?"

"Just stand in Nianhua Villa." Yan Anxi replied, "This is his home, he is a member of it. I don't want to put him in a cemetery or a long distance. I want him to be at home because we are all here."

Mu Chi Yao recalled that Yan Anxi was having a nightmare, sweating profusely, helpless, and his heart also felt ache.

He and her child are gone just like that, and it is also a way to commemorate the child.

Even if this child is in pain, injury, and a scar that will never heal.

But after all, it was his and Yan Anxi's close relatives.

"Is that OK?" Yan Anxi looked at Mu Chi Yao and asked carefully, "I really want to leave something for this child in this world."

Even the life of a child is only a few short months.

Mu Chi Yao looked at her and asked: "Yan Anxi, are you afraid that you will have nightmares because of your child in the future?"

"I'm not afraid of dreaming of him. Mu Chi Yao, you... you don't understand."

Yan Anxi calmed down his sadness and said, "I just want to let the child have a... home."

Even if she is haunted by nightmares every night, she is not afraid.

What she feared was that her children had no home.

Mu Chi Yao looked at her and finally said lightly: "Yes."

"Okay." Yan Anxi looked at him, then looked away, "I will do it as soon as possible and will never interfere with you."

Mu Chi Yao lowered his head, picked up the newspaper again, and read it carefully.

Yan Anxi left the restaurant after breakfast.

Only then did Mu Chi Yao put down the newspaper and looked at her leaving behind.

He had no intention at all just now and went to read the newspaper, just to hide his emotions.

Yan Anxi wanted to erect a tombstone for the child.

Mu Chi Yao...he didn't understand what she was doing.

She really regretted that she had lost this child, right?

That's why I want to leave a tombstone to commemorate my children.

Well, every time Yan Anxi sees the tombstone, he feels guilty and feels sorry for the child, which is a kind of repentance.

"Yan Anxi, how great would it be if you regretted losing this child earlier?"

Unfortunately, Yan Anxi would not hear Mu Chi Yao's murmur.

When he learned that Yan Anxi had a miscarriage, he was not only angry but also heartbroken, but also kept calm.

He went to check it out.

I checked it carefully inside and out.

All the evidence, whether it is personal or physical evidence, points to her...

The ironclad evidence is as strong as a mountain. How can he forgive Yan Anxi?

How can it be?

Yan Anxi walked out of the restaurant, took a look outside, and then went upstairs.

She returned to the bedroom, walked to the dressing table, and gently opened the drawer.

In the drawer, a long-lived lock is quietly lying. The lock head is very delicate and has a slight metallic luster.

Yan Anxi picked it up and held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

Then, she turned around and went downstairs.

Yan Anxi took off his long black down jacket from the hanger, put it on carefully, and buttoned it up.

The down jacket was all over the calf, and her petite body was wrapped tightly.

It's very cold outside, so she should take care of her body and not catch a cold.
Chapter completed!