Outside the massive floor-to-ceiling window, the sunlight is just right, with flocks of birds perched among the treetops. Yun Ya sits quietly at the dining table, having breakfast while the servants work dispersed yet orderly.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, there's a lush camphor tree. Amidst the foliage, the leaves shimmer, rustling softly. If your eyesight is good, you'll notice a petite figure nimbly leaping between the branches, more agile than a monkey.
The birds, startled, flap their wings and fly away.
A small head emerges from the tree, lively eyebrows and eyes, a spirited aura, even more captivating than the blazing sun.
Grasping several small sparrows in her left and right hands, they start chirping frantically.
Qinglan, raising her brows with pride, smiles at Yun Ya, "Miss, we've got roasted birds again today. The meat of these little sparrows is the tastiest."
Ah Yun's eyes brighten with a "whoosh", she licks her lips, looking forward eagerly.
