The breath she had swallowed suddenly came out, Xia Zhiyu breathing greedily, each inhale as if it were her last, taking in a deep breath and slowly exhaling.,“Aunty, are you here to pick me up Did you see Xiaojin over there How is he doing Is he still so mischievous”,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. 。。