Sixty-year-old Ning Ran sat under the wisteria in her small courtyard, her white hair as graceful as a crane. She lay leisurely on a reclining chair, drowsiness washing over her.,Hu Wenyuan, flustered, tried to smooth things over under his wife's furious stare: "Mom…",Ning Ran was thoroughly awakened by the pinch. She glanced at the surroundings, which were different from her own.。