"Growing up, I was a child who lacked attention."
Han Lie's voice was deep, naturally exuding a strong sense of desolation.
The method is quite simple: lower my larynx, use chest resonance, add a touch of vocal fry, and out comes a deep voice with a strong, grainy texture. Then, the expression: head bowed about twenty degrees, eyelids lowered as if looking at my toes, lips slightly pursed. No fidgeting with my hands while speaking. That should create a suitably heavy atmosphere. OK, I'm ready. Showtime!
Han Lie, that crafty fellow, had set the mood so perfectly that Chen Yanfei couldn't help but focus and listen intently.
"Other kids would cry and make a fuss to get candy, so they often did. But no matter how much I cried, it was useless—my family was too poor.
