A gentle spring breeze rustles the willows, and butterflies seem to dance among the flowers. 。,"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... 。,It was only blindness and lack of foresight back then!。