Ning Ran gently patted her grandson's little belly, stroking the wisteria on his head. Her eyes were filled with sadness as she reminisced: "My mother was also around this age when my father pushed her to the ground, breaking her lumbar vertebrae. She couldn't get out of bed and eventually died there.",As I get older, I often think that it would be wonderful if I could give my mother a chance to make different choices.,A gruff voice came from beside her, and Ning Ran frowned in displeasure.。