[Ming Ke's Short Story] That's a Peach Bird

… The little bird wanted to fly very high, but he forgot that he couldn't flap his wings. "It hurts..." "It's okay," the white coat reassured me perfunctorily, "When you come next time, it will be next month." Xiaoniao vaguely remembered that he should be healthy. He was too weak to walk and spent most of the day sleeping. … The little bird is used to being taken care of, used to showing weakness to others, used to feeling groggy every day and wishing to cut off its head, but... "You shouldn't be like this..." Someone suddenly said this to him. Xiaoniao didn't understand. He didn't know what he should be like. Later, many people tried to lift the bird. [I'm OOC, so I'll give you a lot of private thanks] [This is a transitional article, and my status has been a bit bad lately] [CP and ending..., Let's see what the angels think later, let's put some pure love first] Intention: freedom