Watching her happy expression, Huang Qingtian stood by the window with her, observing the little bird with incomplete feathers scuttling around in her hat.
Although it was quite boring for Huang Qingtian, the continuous sound of the girl's bell-like laughter around him made him start to enjoy this feeling too...
Unknowingly, the two of them stood by the window for a long time.
"Huang Qingtian, it's been almost an hour. Why hasn't the mother bird come to look for it? Is it because our floor is too high for the mother bird to fly up here?"
Mu Keren extended a finger and quietly poked the little bird's wing. The little bird immediately leaned towards Mu Keren...
Watching this cute interaction between the person and bird, Huang Qingtian murmured: "Little guy, don't you know that if a little bird is touched by someone and gets someone else's scent on it, the mother bird won't recognize it anymore?"
Mu Keren became anxious upon hearing this.
