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.",Gritting his teeth, he finished the last few words, and his face darkened.,As I get older, I often think that it would be wonderful if I could give my mother a chance to make different choices.。