After a while, the old lady opened her eyes and looked at Nan Yan again: "Yan'er, come to my grandmother's side."

Nanyan walked step by step through the door, gradually walked to the old lady, and slowly sat down.

The old lady held Nan Yan's hand and stared at the face in front of her with blurry eyes. Her voice trembled: "It looks so much like it. She looks exactly the same as Yin'er. In a trance, I thought Yin'er was back..."

In the past, in order to protect her daughter, she never let the world know about Yin'er's existence.

Who would have thought that she could not protect her after all?

Her Yin'er finally left her and was killed by the evil people. She was unable to meet until her death.

"Grandma."

Nan Yan held the old lady's hand: "Mom, I probably haven't forgotten you in the past few years."

Even though her mother lost her memory, she knew that her mother must know that she had a mother, and she must miss her every day and night.

The old lady felt sad: "Can I go to your mother's grave to worship?"

Nan Yan shook his head: "Mom has no grave. She left nothing except the things she left for me, including..."

Her voice paused: "Including her mother's body."

After my mother died, she was swept up by a straw and threw it into the mass grave.

She didn't even have a body, let alone a grave.

The old lady said heartbrokenly: "Why did my miserable daughter meet such a scum after leaving me? Even after she died, she could not leave a grave, and she never left me a thought."

Nan Yan pursed her lips. She knew that after she said this, the old lady would definitely be heartbroken.

However, my mother did not leave anything behind, and she could not just forge a grave to deceive the old lady.

"Grandma," Tang Ye squatted down, squatted beside the old lady, and comforted her, "Auntie didn't leave anything for you. She must know that her grandmother would be sad for her, so she left Xiao Yan'er behind."

The old lady's heart stinged.

Although she has been drowsy these days, she knows everything.

So, she had tasted the pain in her sleep countless times. Now that she woke up, she felt a little better when she saw Nan Yan's face similar to Tang Yin.

Yes, at least Yin'er left her a granddaughter.

If she had been in such pain, Yin'er would have been uneasy when she saw the Spirit of Heaven.

"Yan'er."

The old lady held Nan Yan's hand with distress: "You have really suffered over the years."

Nan Yan smiled: "I don't feel suffering. I have lived a good life these days after leaving the Nan family."

"And..." She thought of the three little dumplings and her eyes became gentler. "I still have three little babies, which is the biggest receipt in my life."

The old lady then remembered the little dumplings and asked, "Where are those children?"

"Xiaoxiao hasn't come back yet. Xiaobao is in the palace. I have asked someone to call her. As for Mo'er..." Her voice paused, "He takes people to attack the alliance."

Buzz!

The old lady's head exploded, and it was blank. Her hands holding Nan Yan were trembling, and she said anxiously: "How can I let him take people to attack the alliance? He is just a child."

Since Jun Xiaomo left, Nanyan missed him every day.

Every day, she was afraid that Xiao Mo would encounter danger.

But since this is her son's own choice, she will support her even if she is worried.

"This is Xiao Mo's own choice," Nan Yan raised her black eyes, her eyes clear and transparent, "As a mother, all I can give him is support. No matter what he wants to do, I will let him do it."

The old lady was stunned.

She looked at Nan Yan's firm face and opened her mouth in surprise.

After all, all the words turned into a bitter smile.
Chapter completed!