Countless questions swirled in his mind, like a tangled mess of yarn, impossible to unravel.

What intricate connection does all of this have with his wife?

Why has "Wen Ruo" now replaced his wife in his life and stayed for so many years?

These mysteries, like thick, dark clouds, weighed heavily on his heart, suffocating him, yet he couldn't shake them off.

His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.

At this moment, Wen Ruo slowly raised her head, which had been hanging down, her movements slow and heavy, as if she were carrying a lifetime of pain and resentment.

Her eyes were empty and confused as she stared straight at the light screen above King Jinrui Zhao's head, a hint of mockery flashing in them.

It was a powerful indictment of the injustice of fate, and also a deep self-mockery of his own tragic life.

Her lips curled up slightly, forming a smile that was more like a grimace, a smile filled with bitterness and helplessness.

She screamed hysterically in her heart: What did I do wrong? From the very beginning, weren't the selfish people the ones who were wrong?

I should have been the one who grew up in the Wen family, enjoying pampering and carefree life, but fate has played such a cruel trick on me.

I was maliciously switched at birth, and my life trajectory was completely changed from then on.

Later, I became my sister's stand-in, living my whole life in someone else's shadow, never truly living for myself.

But why? Why should I bear all this? In the end, I have to raise my sister's child and leave everything to her child. What about my child?

For so many years, I've been like a puppet controlled by fate, without my own thoughts, without my own life, and even my name belongs to my sister.

Every decision, every choice, was not of my own volition. I tried hard to meet other people's expectations, but in doing so, I lost my true self.

If I had a choice, I would really like to go back to the time when I first moved into my own house.

Only at that moment did I feel like my true self, possessing a brief moment of freedom and peace, even if it was only for a short time, it was enough for me to cherish for a lifetime.

That small house, though simple, was filled with my hopes and dreams. But now, it's all gone.

In the dim, yellowish light, Luo Shuyu and Luo Yurou's eyes looked like two ripe, sour fruits that had been squeezed hard, swollen and red.

It's as if it's silently telling of the grief and torment in its heart.

At this moment, tears welled up uncontrollably in my eyes once again.

Every blink is accompanied by a heart-wrenching pain, as tears seem ready to break free from their sockets and roll freely down their cheeks.

In the past, they were completely ignorant of their mother's unknown past experiences.

Only at this moment did those past events, long buried by time and hidden behind layers of fog, seem to be forcibly unveiled by an invisible hand, and they awoke as if from a dream.

I now truly understand what kind of tumultuous storms my mother endured and how much unspeakable suffering she swallowed during those long and difficult years.

Looking back, my mother struggled alone in dire straits, and every step she took felt like sinking into a quagmire, making every step difficult.

Life's hardships came crashing down on her like a relentless tide, including financial difficulties, the cold stares of others, and the mundane problems of daily life.

Each and every one of these things was like a heavy mountain, pressing down on her until she could hardly breathe.

Finally, life saw a glimmer of hope, and a turning point quietly arrived. My mother was finally able to live a peaceful and happy life.

But fate always seems to play tricks on people. Life is unpredictable, and now, because of them, my mother has become a vicious person in the eyes of others.

Luo Shuyu was filled with self-blame and regret. His fists were clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands stood out.

His joints turned white from overuse, as if he was venting his pain and anger in this way.

His eyes were filled with pain and self-blame as he repeatedly questioned himself: "If I weren't so useless, I would have accomplished nothing."

"If I hadn't been able to share my mother's burdens and shoulder the responsibilities of life earlier, how could she have been forced into this situation?"

That voice, filled with endless regret and remorse, kept echoing in his mind.

Luo Yuru was sobbing uncontrollably, her shoulders trembling slightly, like a fallen leaf drifting in a storm, looking so helpless.

Tears streamed freely down her cheeks, dripping onto the ground beneath her feet and leaving dark water stains.

She thought to herself, "It's all my fault. I'm always so immature, willful, and spoiled, causing my mother so much trouble."

If I had been more sensible and understanding of my mother, perhaps none of this would have happened. Every word was filled with deep self-reproach and guilt.

Luo Yuning stood frozen in place, as if she had been immobilized by an invisible spell, her whole being immersed in shock and complex emotions.

She stared blankly at everything happening before her eyes, as if all the sounds around her had been shut out, leaving only the pounding of her own heart.

An indescribable bittersweet feeling quietly welled up from the bottom of my heart, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, quickly spreading throughout my body.

Her gaze moved slowly, as if drawn by an invisible force, and finally landed on "Mother".

Looking at my mother's slightly haggard face, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, the gray hair at her temples, and the occasional flashes of weariness and helplessness in her eyes.

Her heart was filled with mixed feelings, a complex mix of emotions that were difficult to express.

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