At half past ten in the morning, a piercingly bright ray of sunlight filtered through the glass above the **Hall**.
The somewhat dirty glass fragmented this beam of light, scattering it widely.
Just a faint sliver fell quietly on the corner of Du Heng's eye.
As Du Heng squinted, he glanced at the glass over the entrance.
Only then did he notice that the original grayish-brown willow tree, with its withered, slender branches, had already sprouted numerous tender green buds.
Several sparrows, which seemingly came from nowhere, perched on the treetops, moving their plump, chubby bodies.
They twittered, expressing the beauty of spring and their excitement for the upcoming abundance of food.
However, their chatter was particularly annoying at this moment.
Squinting, the plump sparrows reminded Du Heng of his favorite childhood pastime.
