As the night deepened, a sudden breeze blew, causing the far-off branches to sway.
In the moonlight, the bald chicken timidly looked at Zhou Dao, hiding behind Husky. Its eyes were filled with indescribable and unclear emotions.
That gaze was filled with newly born curiosity and long-lost joy from the depths.
Zhou Dao exchanged glances with it and couldn't help but feel moved, giving rise to a sense of happiness from the heart.
"Where did it come from?" Zhou Dao looked at the chick, which seemed to have just been born.
It was bald, with only a few tiny downy feathers on its body and three scarlet feathers on its head like a crown.
"Don't even ask. I went out to steal... find food, and this little thing fell from the sky, hitting me right on the head."
Husky shook his head, looking depressed.