The Girl Who Couldn't Cry,A Mother's Unforgivable Betrayal

I was born without the ability to cry.

When I was eight, my father was killed in a car accident. His blood ran along the road until it pooled at my feet. I stood there, expressionless, while my younger sister had already thrown herself into our mother's arms, sobbing like her world was ending.

The look in my mother's eyes shifted from shock to disgust：

“You're a cold-blooded animal. Heartless, no matter how much anyone gives you.”

The next day, she sent me to live with my grandmother in the countryside.

Twelve full years. Not a single phone call. Not a single visit.