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The little bird was indeed injured, under its belly, it seemed to have been stabbed by something, with feathers and dried bloodstains clumped together. It looked quite serious.
Zhu Qianying had wanted to send baby boy and little boy away because this little bird reminded her of what baby boy looked like when she first found him under the pool.
But whether it was baby boy or little boy, they both persisted in staying by her side.
Little boy was curious about everything, usually babbling nonstop, though the adults didn't completely understand her.
But at this moment, she was staring solemnly at the little bird lying on the dry towel with a very serious little face.
Baby boy's expression was also very grave, and if Zhu Qianying wasn't mistaken, he too probably remembered his own situation at that time.
Zhu Qianying took a cotton swab, dipped it in some disinfectant, and gently wiped the little bird's belly wound. As she was cleaning, she heard baby boy's very low voice.
