Bai Qingqing slept rather comfortably. She was neither hot nor cold, and she could swear she heard soothing music in the background.
Eventually, she realized that this melody was the screeching of her baby eagles.
Opening her eyes, she saw a furry baby eagle. Now that his fur had fully dried, he actually appeared a bit fat.
Bai Qingqing revealed a gentle smile and shifted into a more comfortable lying position.
As though hearing her movements, this baby eagle turned around and faced her.
Under his eyelids, his eyeballs rotated at a small magnitude a few times, separating his upper and lower eyelids.
"The baby eagle is opening his eyes!" The invigorated Bai Qingqing quickly glanced at Muir, lest he missed it. Then, she instantly shifted her gaze back to the baby eagle, sitting upright with the blanket wrapped around her.