Having found this warm sanctuary, the black little bird seemed quite comfortable and soon squinted its eyes as if about to fall asleep. Ji Heng watched it for a while, shook her head, and walked to the other end.
This bird was not supposed to be alive, but he truly couldn't bring himself to do as Jiang Li suggested: to deliberately feed a mute medicine to a bird—it was better to take it back. The Shen residence had simply lost a mynah, and seeing how noisy this mynah was, it wasn't favored by people either.
He couldn't help but get the strange impression of "keeping a mistress."
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In the first few days of the New Year, the festivities were in full swing. Everywhere on the streets, children could be seen playing, dressed in new clothes and hats, holding sugared haws, and their noisy jubilance was a sign of a festive atmosphere.
