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.",A gruff voice came from beside her, and Ning Ran frowned in displeasure.,The person standing before her was actually her grandmother—Ren Huiqing!。