After six months of silence, Mr. Chu's voice was rough and weak, like someone barely holding onto a breath.
Yet everyone present could hear it clearly; he was indeed speaking, and actual words were coming out.
Everyone was extremely surprised; it was as if a person in a coma for years suddenly regained consciousness, bringing that kind of shock.
Especially Chu Tianming and Yunrou, who were about to burst into tears, approached Mr. Chu nervously and carefully while looking at him.
"Dad, Dad, you can talk now. Look at me, I'm Tianming. Please call my name!"
"Dad, I'm Yunrou, your daughter-in-law. Can you call my name?"
Mr. Chu directly ignored the two, his aged and hollow eyes slowly filled with light, staring intently at Nianyang.
He still stubbornly and shakily held onto a moldy sesame cookie, his bony fingers barely able to hold it, wanting to speak but unable to, letting out anxious grunts.
