Su Yang walked with his hands clasped behind his back, following Lin Dong from a distance all the way back to the village.
Lin Dong was in high spirits, humming softly as they walked, seemingly in a pleasant mood. Occasionally, when he discovered beautiful wildflowers by the roadside, he would stop to smell them. If he found their scent pleasing, he would pick them, and before long, he had woven a beautiful floral crown.
Suddenly, Lin Dong stopped.
Looking closely, Su Yang saw that on the path in front of Lin Dong, there was a Little Bird that had not yet grown all its feathers, chirping loudly. It seemed to be a chick that had accidentally fallen from its nest.
Two adult birds next to it were chirping frantically around the chick, clearly at a loss for what to do. Seeing Lin Dong approaching, they chirped even more fiercely, as if afraid that Lin Dong would harm the Little Bird.
