"Now Yuanting is fourteen. Seeing me, her own mother, being cold and indifferent to her, she acts as if I don't exist." 。My heart feels like I've eaten a bitter melon, it's unbearable. 。"Ah, my dear mother," she sighed, "Why has life been so cruel to me"Ding Yiniang, now in her thirties, had always lived a life of luxury. She wore fine silks and ate the finest delicacies. Despite this, she appeared weary... 。,The heartbroken Ding Yiniang was shocked by her son's "nothing" gesture, tears streaming down her face: "Mingniao, don't you think I am a weak and useless mother",Ding Yi, feeling disappointed in her heart, wanted to coax Xie Mingxi again。