About Us

ABOUT XIANGAI

XiangAi is Ben Yuan Vision’s flagship brand specializing in hand rehabilitation robot gloves, with a full in-house ecosystem spanning R&D, production, and sales.

Since 2018, we have invested years in independent research, iterative development, and precision manufacturing to refine our technology. This end-to-end control ensures strict quality standards at every stage—from concept to delivery.

Today, XiangAi’s 6th-generation hand rehabilitation robot glove stands as a market-leading device, trusted by over 100,000 users worldwide. It empowers individuals to regain control of hand movements and reclaim independence in daily life—making meaningful progress in their rehabilitation journey.

ORIGINS OF XIANGAI

When I was a child, I lived with my grandmother in a picturesque little town. The joyful fields outside the town and my grandmother's kind smile are memories I will never forget. “Hometown Love” is my way of expressing my grief for my grandmother.

When I learned that my grandmother was ill, I was already the boss of my current company. My grandmother had suffered a stroke, a common ailment among the elderly. When I saw her again, her hands were no longer able to move. The grandmother I had always imagined was tall and strong, but the frail, weak figure before me now was a stark contrast, and I felt like crying.

I silently vowed to myself that I would do everything in my power to cure my grandmother's illness. Her hands required daily biofeedback physical therapy, but without specialized equipment, it could only be done manually. This was something I couldn't manage given my busy schedule, so I began to consider developing this glove. However, before the glove was developed, my grandmother passed away forever. You may not understand the significance my grandmother, who had always been by my side as I grew up, held in my heart. It felt as though I had suddenly lost the anchor of my life. For a time, developing this glove in the quiet of the night became my greatest source of comfort. At those moments, my mind was filled with a sense of fulfillment, peace, and focus.

Every year when it’s time to visit the gravesite, I come to my grandmother’s grave. The photo of her on the tombstone still looks so kind, smiling at me. I brought the newly developed gloves with me and placed them on the grave, silently calling out:  
“Dear grandmother, I’ve come to see you.”  
“You gave me the warmth of life, but I couldn’t give you the dignity you deserved. I couldn’t cure your illness. I’m sorry—”

Sitting before the grave of the only family member I had in this world, my face was covered in tears, and I couldn't stop crying. I lingered there for a long time, unwilling to leave. After crying myself to exhaustion, I drifted off into a light sleep. In my dream, I seemed to have returned to the happy times I shared with my grandmother.

It was a weekend after the rain, and my grandmother came to pick me up from school. Along the way, I led her, skipping and jumping with joy.

The sunset painted the entire sky red, and the hillside was dotted with clusters of unknown wildflowers. The air was filled with the fresh scent of earth. Suddenly, a rainbow appeared before us without warning. My grandmother and I stood frozen in place, overwhelmed with joy and wonder. The curved rainbow shimmered with vibrant colors, beautiful and ethereal. It was large and round, arching over the rolling mountains, as if leading to a mysterious world. I clung tightly to my grandmother’s hand. Her hand felt so broad, so safe, so warm—the sensation was so real.

People often say that time fades everything away, but some memories, as time passes, remain, growing more precious and clearer. In some cold seasons, they can even support the weight of an entire life.

“Hometown Love” (love from my hometown, the love between my grandmother and me).
“Yes, let's use that name,” how fitting it is.

I want to promote it to the world, to help grandmothers everywhere, so that everyone can feel the deep attachment I once had for my grandmother and never forget that emotion.  

This is the origin of “Hometown Love” and the story behind it. Thank you for reading it. I believe your heart, like mine, holds a warm, eternal love!