"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...",Lady Ding's face softened slightly, and she smiled happily at Xie Mingxi.。