Xia Yu's stomach began to hurt again. He subconsciously wanted to touch the ring on the ring finger of his right hand, but he only touched the broken finger. After confirming it several times, Xia Yu shook his head mockingly. He was so stupid. He couldn't always recognize himself and see the reality clearly. If he had recognized his status clearly, maybe his mother would not leave with hatred, and maybe that person would shed a few tears for him...