The sun in the sky seemed to finally lose its patience with loneliness, shyly revealing half its face.
Outside the window, the towering shadow of the wall started to show its true form under the thin sunlight, adding a dash of intense color to the monotonous courtyard.
The residence of the Abnormal Organism Research Institute was quite simple, there wasn't even a properly shaped garden in the courtyard.
Occasionally, a few birds were attracted by the seeds on the lawn, but quickly flew away.
Zheng Qing was in a trance, watching the fleeting silhouette of a Skylark. As dry and monotonous medical terminologies from Doctor Du Zemu flooded his ears, his brain began to buzz. Despite his mind boiling in confusion, he couldn't comprehend a single phrase said by the doctor.
Jiang Yu, who was sitting beside him, also had a blank face.
However, Doctor Du Zemu took no notice of their perplexity and continued his slow analysis:
