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.",She whispered softly about her longing for her mother.,In that case, the mother wouldn't have died tragically in bed, and her son wouldn't have had a violent father... Perhaps he could even have a good year and a happy family.。