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.,My husband, seeing that I was pregnant, instructed the kitchen to make nourishing soups for me. At first, my younger sister thought they tasted good, but after a while, she got tired of them.,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.。