"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... 。,Someone who has the heart to push their own child into a fire pit wouldn't be weak or useless!,Ding Yi, feeling disappointed in her heart, wanted to coax Xie Mingxi again。