Feng Yin sighed, gently stroking the eaglets.
In a soft voice, he said, "If there comes a day when I have to send you away, even if it's for your own good, would you remember me? Would you remember my original intention? Would you blame me?"
His voice was tinged with melancholy.
The eaglets looked at Feng Yin with wide eyes, affectionately nuzzling against his fingers with their sharp little beaks.
Though they were sentient, they didn't understand these grand narratives. Yet for them, the present moment of happiness, joy, and contentment was everything; there was no need to understand what their master was saying.
Just being in the palm of Feng Yin's hand gave them incomparable satisfaction.
Feng Yin let out a deep sigh.
After playing with the three little ones for a while, he had Feng Ying take them out for some playtime.
He returned to his room and opened the package that Wu Tiejun had sent him.
