Five days had passed. The bridge reflected the rainbow, and the lake shimmered with the reflection of snow.
The storm inside Anle Palace had finally ceased, and Tingwu, having been cooped up for quite some time, hobbled out of the inner hall. Just as he was about to say something to Miss Jiang while holding a piece of pastry, a bird landed brazenly on his shoulder.
Tingwu turned his head in disbelief, then tentatively offered the pastry upward—and the bird, with zero hesitation, ate it.
Chapter 104