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The noise of a chicken's call for the morning echoed out loudly as the sleeping people of Han Li's household. Namely Yue Li and Li Yao, woke up.

Irritatedly clenching her pillows, Li Yao screamed: "That thing is so! So irritating!"

She had been attempting to fall asleep for a while, but it just won't stop its fucking SCREAMS!

JUST STOP!

Calming down, she rose from her bed and found she was alone. Rubbing her eyes, she looked around wryly. As usual, she was late.

…

Han Li and Liyue were in the backyard, and it was already fully clean of the blood and very well maintained again. They had buried the dead chicken and didn't eat it, sadly so. But Han Li was fine letting her keep her own moral codes.

Everybody was not him, and not everyone had to see chickens as merely food. They could see them as innocent creatures that they had killed for the first time.