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As Zhang Ailing once said, life is like a brocade robe, with lice crawling all over it.,Every night, she lay awake until dawn, tears soaking her pillow. During the day, however, she still put on the facade of a dutiful wife and mother, managing the household.,Róng Zhāonán stared at Ning Yuán expressionlessly, taking in her strange reaction.。