After a long time, the young man slowly opened his eyes, and the golden light in his eyes disappeared. He chuckled lightly, with a slight pear dimple at the corner of his mouth, a natural and gentle temperament. Hearing the laughter, the little bird stretched its neck happily, trying to get closer to him under the pressure of the spiritual pressure that could only lie on the ground.
He stretched out and lay down on the jade stone, looking up at the patterns on the top of the hall with a calm expression. The bird on the ground was finally able to flutter its wings and fly towards him. The young man's spiritual power was a little too full due to the nourishment of the jade, and it spread out uncontrollably, making the underage bird fly extremely difficult when it came close to him. Even if it restrained itself a little, it still could not transform into a human form. He stretched out one hand to catch the falling bird, and used the other hand to follow a raised feather on its head.
"Azhi, it's almost dawn."
"Chirp"
Concept: Relaxing short story