Chapter 117: The Affectionate Couple's Excessive Love

The little bird was grayish-black, looking somewhat like a shaved wild junglefowl, weird and ugly.

About the size of a palm, it had a large head and a small body. It couldn't even stand up and lay sprawling on the windowsill with its tiny wings, looking so fragile that a gust of wind could seemingly blow it over multiple times.

Purple Summers felt sorry for it and picked it up, cradling it in her palm.

"A bird this small can hardly survive without its mother. I'll go to the garden to look for its nest and put it back if I can find one," she said.

Atra Blanc was also overflowing with sympathy, "Poor little thing, it must be starving. Let's give it some water first."

The two gave the bird some water, then found a temporary lunchbox, lined it with cotton cloth, and placed the bird inside.