Gu Qingheng let out a breath: "Xinxin, you must not tell anyone about this, even our own family should not know." As he spoke, he instinctively tightened his grip on Yang Ruxin's hand. The three babies were so different right from birth, surely it related to Ruxin's possession of past-life memories and the mysterious space she held. If such miraculous things were to be publicized, it might provoke those with malicious intentions.
He certainly didn't want his wife and children to face any danger.
"How would I dare tell anyone?" Yang Ruxin chuckled, "I'm afraid people might burn me as a monster."
"We've talked enough; lie down quickly." Gu Qingheng helped Yang Ruxin lie down, "Even though your body is strong, you can't be careless during postpartum. The two mothers reminded me for quite a while earlier; sitting too long easily causes back pain."
Yang Ruxin was indeed a bit tired, and after lying down, she closed her eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.
