When I woke up, I was faced with a pair of scarlet vertical pupils.
It was a black tabby cat, squatting less than half a foot away from me, licking its paws with its tongue, and looking at me as if it was sizing up a dessert.
I subconsciously wanted to scream, but when I opened my mouth, only a crisp "chirp" came out.
What the hell?
I looked down at myself - two furry little paws, long shining white feathers, and a bunch of light pink fluff on the tips of the wings. At this moment, I was squatting in an exquisite gold cage, with the cage door ajar, a Sichuan brocade cushion spread underneath, and a small white jade dish next to it, containing water and grains.
Who I am? Where am I? How did I become a bird?
"Ding - congratulations to the host for binding the 'Fairy System of Disaster to the Country', please check your gift package of Disaster to the Country."
A cold electronic sound blasted out of thin air in my head, scaring me so much that I staggered. My claws slipped on the golden wire cage and I almost fell into a trap.
"Who? Who's talking?"
"This system is your biological father. Stop talking nonsense and look over there."
I raised my head in the direction indicated by the system and looked out through the gap in the cage - at this sight, my whole body... No, the whole bird froze.
This is an antique study room. There is a stack of memorials half as tall as a man on the rosewood desk, and there is an inkstone with a dragon pattern on the corner of the desk. The ink has not yet dried. There was a person sitting behind the desk, wearing a black robe with dark gold patterns. The collar was slightly open, revealing a pale to almost transparent collarbone.
