"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... 。,Ding Yiniang stopped crying and looked over with hopeful eyes: "Mingniao, I want to see your older brother alone and say a few words to him...",...had been forced to suppress his "weak" act of "fainting and crying uncontrollably" in front of Lady Yongning. 。What does the heart truly care about, this mother and daughter relationship 。。