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Perhaps Xia Zhiyu years ago knew exactly what she was asking for: good health and longevity for her aunt; a son of her own, preferably a male, whom she could watch grow up, educate, and eventually see married. Years have passed, but none of her prayers have been answered. Yet, burning incense, chanting scriptures, and meditating… have become a part of her daily life.,Life was pretty good, but things don't always go smoothly. It's either sickness or disaster. My younger brother, my own blood, who had always been healthy, died at the age of fourteen in an accident. 。Of course, Xia Zhiyu never believed it was an accident. Because Xiao Jin was so well-behaved, he had once said that he would study hard, become a high official, and be the support of his aunt. How could such a him run out of the academy just to ride horses and have fun He was a frail scholar, how could he suddenly feel like learning how to ride horsesThinking of her younger brother who died too early, he couldn't even enter his ancestral tomb and had to be buried in the wild outskirts, Xia Zhiyu's eyes welled up with tears. It was a nightmare throughout her life. Every time she thought about it, her heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. 。"Yu'er, what nonsense are you talking about Are you delirious What do you mean this side and that side Little Jin would definitely be at the academy at this time." 。"Otherwise, your aunt will have someone else invite a doctor to check on you",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. 。。