After My Death, My Daughter Was Abused by Her Black-Hearted Stepmother for 1825 Days

I died in the year when my husband loved me the most, and he placed all his love for me on my daughter. Every once in a while I bring my daughter to visit me at the cemetery. I am very pleased to see Xiaoying growing up happily. But later, the sacrifice my husband burned for me suddenly changed from designer clothes to half an apple and expired biscuits. I once suspected that Qi Sicheng was bankrupt. Until I saw tear stains on Xiaoying's gloomy paintings, a bad premonition filled my body. My baby girl, she's not doing well!