...
The sky had darkened with low-hanging clouds, as flashes of lightning and peals of thunder signaled an impending downpour.
Zi Qi glanced out the window and said, "This rain won't be light."
Zong Silu replied, "The rainy season has arrived."
"Daddy—Little Eighteen has hatched!"
Manman called out, flying into the hall with Little Eighteen, whom she had personally incubated, on her back. Their fur was so alike that one would hardly notice another being on her back if they didn't look closely...
Ming Linyuan held his teacup, but before he could swallow his tea, he spat it out again.
"What did you say, Manman?" Ming Linyuan turned to look behind her.
He saw nothing.
From Manman's back, Little Eighteen fluttered his fluffy wings and flew down, heading straight for Ming Linyuan, "Daddy—do I look cool?"
Ming Linyuan rubbed his eyes, then rubbed them again, looking at the familiar little cub in front of him... then back at the larger cub, Manman!
He was speechless!
