"Yu'er, you're awake Are you still feeling unwell anywhere",Xia Zhiyu’s aunt, due to her appearance, was favored for a period of time and was also very competitive. During those years of favor, she gave birth to one son and one daughter, first blooming and then bearing fruit",After washing her hands, Xia Zhiyu, whose face was as pale as paper, was helped back onto the bed. This time, she did not lie down, but leaned against the pillow her aunt had placed behind her waist, carefully examining her mother. 。Although it might seem unbelievable, ... no matter if it's the aunt's hand or his hand, there are no calluses on top of them. 。This is not a hand, or rather, this is not the hand of many years hence. 。。