Wen Ziyao's changes were all seen by Shen Suhua, who watched her daughter with such nervousness that she barely dared to blink, afraid she might miss something.
At this moment, Zhang Zijun also finished his phone call and walked in from outside the house. He was just about to speak but was silenced by a look from Song Shiqin.
The air in the room was still, and nearly everyone's attention was on Wen Ziyao except for Li Mi, who sat on the sofa.
Finally, under everyone's gaze, Wen Ziyao's fingers twitched, and a drop of clear liquid fell from the corner of her eyes, sliding through her black hair.
Then, she slowly opened her eyes, her lips trembling as she spoke, "Mom..."
Her voice was very weak, as thin as a mosquito's, and carried a hint of hoarseness.
The muddiness in her eyes was slowly clearing up, it was evident that her consciousness had fully awakened.
"Yaoyao!" Shen Suhua hugged Wen Ziyao excitedly, crying out loud.