Ever since we had our baby, my hands always split into big wounds in the severe northern winter. They are red and I feel excruciating pain every time they are touched. But there is always so much housework to do at home, such as washing clothes and cooking. Nothing can be absent.
When it's not very serious, I grit my teeth and do not complain. But this year, my hand wounds seem more serious than before. On that day, you unintentionally touched my hand and saw me frowning.
You pulled my hand and said woefully: "Don't do housework anymore in the future. I'll do it. Look at your hands, what have they become." You sighed, "I am so careless that I didn't find that your hands were so severely cracked."