Her hands shaking, Wang Jing Hua who had just been tightly holding onto the jar, as if afraid Di Tou would suddenly take it shook and let the jar drop to the floor with a clatter. Bright red wine splashed all over, and the distinct odor of strong spirits wafted through the air, but Wang Jing Hua wasn't bothered at all by all these trivialities, as she instead stared at Di Tou before saying, "You talked, you talked, right? I didn't imagine that, you really talked?"
Pursing his lips, Di Tou slightly rubbed his throat with one hand as he let out a slow nod. Although it didn't exactly hurt, as his body was in fine enough condition to be fine even if he didn't speak for another hundred years, after not speaking for so long, it was almost as if there was a layer of dust in his throat and the slightest rumble caused his throat to itch and tickle.
Her eyes widening, Wang Jing Hua approached Di Tou and stared at him as if she had found a fun toy.
