"Chang, Changming..."
"Hmm?" Song Changming heard a voice full of childishness, stuttering as it called out to him.
The voice came from the Little Yellow Bird right in front of him.
The Little Yellow Bird, which had always been unable to speak, finally managed to talk after waking from its slumber.
"Xiaohuang, you can talk now." Su Qingqing asked curiously, somewhat wary of the blazing golden flame but still surprised.
The Little Yellow Bird turned to look at Su Qingqing.
"Qingqing..."
This time the call still sounded childish, though with less stuttering.
"Hehe, it's me, Xiaohuang, you finally grew up." Su Qingqing smiled with relief.
Given the intelligence that the Little Yellow Bird had shown in the past, and having been by Song Changming's side for so many years, it should have been able to speak long ago.
But it seemed that due to incomplete growth and evolution, it hadn't been able to make a sound.
"Grow, grown up..." The Little Yellow Bird looked at itself again.
