chapter 242 Postwar

"Squeak!"

"Squeak!"

On an old tree with lush green new buds, a group of birds are jumping and shouting with joy. Their slender legs and sharp claws are firmly grasping the branches, as if they are playing an interesting game. Their lively eyes are blinking and flickering, just like a pair of black crystals.

As the birds chirped and danced, a group of frightened butterflies flew out from the dense leaves. The moment they flew up together, it was like putting a colorful...