Tang Jin subconsciously turned his head to look at the manmade grove nearby.
A faint figure appeared but dared not approach.
It only bent its waist gently to express thanks.
Only then did Tang Jin look toward Cheng Hao, "Yes, she was found."
The wind grew stronger, yet the fallen leaves danced lightly, as if offering a silent tribute.
A small bird with bright feathers flew out from the depth of the forest, a tiny flower clutched in its beak.
Watching the people not far away, it hesitated for a moment before spiraling down and gently releasing the flower.
The little flower was very light, drifting leisurely into Tang Jin's palm.
Then the little bird hopped onto Cheng Hao's shoulder.
Cheng Hao froze, the little boy's voice hoarse, sounding particularly heartbreaking, yet he didn't dare to move for fear of hurting this seemingly fragile little life, ——"What is it doing?"
Tang Jin withdrew his gaze from that direction—