The way the little girl had grabbed its tail must have looked... very strange to humans who couldn't see it, right?
The Chongming Bird lightly pecked the back of the little girl's hand with its beak.
The moment the little girl let go, it shot up into the sky.
The Chongming Bird heard the little girl crying.
But it didn't look back.
Only crying now? She was far too slow to react.
It thought the little girl was crying because she'd fallen earlier.
The Chongming Bird didn't know how it had ended up back where it had met the little girl.
The streetlights brightened the dim night.
The little girl had already left.
The Chongming Bird stared at the pool of light on the ground for a while, then took flight.
A strangely familiar cry reached its ears.
After hesitating for a moment, the Chongming Bird flew toward the sound.
It was the little girl from before.
The Chongming Bird was surprised by the coincidence.
When it had heard the little girl crying earlier, it hadn't turned around.
This time, it saw her tear-streaked face.
Her delicate features were scrunched together, making her still-chubby cheeks look even puffier.
The little girl was crying bitterly.
Of course, in the Chongming Bird's experience, human children all cried terribly.
Hysterically.
And for a long time.
Even when they were crying so hard they could barely catch their breath, they kept wiping away their tears.
This little girl was no different.
The little girl had cried herself to sleep in bed.
Her features were still scrunched up tight.
Her parents tiptoed out of the little girl's bedroom and closed the door.
"I'll get a towel."
The Child's Mom carefully wiped the tear stains from the little girl's face with a