"How long do we have to continue this lifestyle? It's been twenty years since that incident, and I have barely seen my son since then. Although I am happy that he's no longer in a coma, this isn't that much different. I can even count the amount of times we've talked to each other during the past 20 years…" Tian Chenyu's mother sighed out loud, complaining to her husband, Tian Aowei.
"It can take years if not decades for a broken heart to heal. We must be patient," he said.
"What if he never recovers? We're not cultivators. We don't have hundreds of years to spend with each other."
"Then what do you suggest? We cannot force his heart to heal. Or what, do you want another son? Although you're past that age, it's not impossible."
"What? No! I don't want another son! How can you even suggest that? If you're suggesting that we replace Chenyu with another son, how is that any different than abandoning Chenyu?!"
