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Xia Zhiyu slowly turned, standing before a pretty woman not far away. Her appearance was beautiful, and because she was in her prime years, it added to her charm. If it wasn't for the sudden upheaval at home, she should have been married to an equally handsome husband during her best years, instead of ending up in Houfu, becoming a concubine to an old man.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! 。His aunt, unlike when she was sent away years ago, did not look haggard and frail. At this time, her elegance still lingered. 。",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. 。。