Lu Chen was already awake before the light shone in. With his eyes closed, other senses would be more sensitive. The sunlight touched the bridge of his nose like a hand. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven" Lu Chen silently counted the feathers on his pillow, "Is there one more feather a day?" The confusion was just an appearance, but he knew it in his heart. In fact, that person, no, was the crow. Today is the seventh day since he killed the crow.
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