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For a long time, I didn't send Bill any more messages, and it was as quiet as a chicken over there, and there was no news.

I couldn't help it today and sent him another message.

Because of the feathers, it's fully grown!

When I looked at myself in the mirror, I thought I was pretty damn good-looking. Although I was ridiculed by my classmates who didn’t get along with me as a bird man, I still thought I was so good-looking!

Like an angel in a restored painting, the white feathers completely covered the wings on my back.

The luster of the hard feathers is moist and beautiful in the sun. Although it can't fly yet, at least the appearance looks exactly the same.

The school didn't pay attention to whether my wings looked good or not, and whether the feathers were shiny or not. They only asked me, "Can I fly?"

The answer is not yet.

Fortunately, the school gave me a notice, saying that as long as I can move my wings, I will be re-examined.

Oh, it's a piece of cake, isn't it just moving your wings!have what……

Actually quite difficult.

Anyway, I haven't moved my wings by myself. I have worked hard for a long time, but I don't know which muscle can move the wings.

I think that there is probably no other person who practices wing movements and cramps in his feet.

It should be difficult to find another person who has wings and throws himself to the ground.

Not to mention, the person who broke his own wings...

Really hard to find.

Alas, I never thought that I could also become the legendary angel with broken wings.

Anyway, I said so much just to describe how frustrated I am when I see Bill again.

My hair is still gray, one side of the wing is drooping, and my feet are still cramped, but I feel a huge shadow covering me.

I looked up and saw Bill who was much taller than before.

His appearance is very different from before he left, not because his nose has turned black, nor because he is at least one head taller than before, but simply because he feels a lot worse.

The feeling Bill gave me before was warm, like a cloud with warmth.

But Bill standing in front of me now has a strong aura that makes people afraid to approach him. This is probably the unique aura of large carnivores.

Bill looked at me, then held out his paw.

I saw that his flesh pads had turned black, and the texture was obviously much rougher, and I felt that all the hand creams I used before were for nothing.

Also, his claws are so sharp!

It's cold!

But I didn't hide, and just let Bill pull me into his arms.

Bill said, "Raphael, long time no see."

I had a sore nose, reached out to hug him, and said back to him, "Long time no see."

It was probably too touched, I wanted to give him the warmest hug, and then my wings moved for no reason, trying to circle Bill completely.

But I forgot, half of my wings were broken, and then I screamed in pain.

Bill immediately picked me up like a chick, and walked quickly to the medical center. I just leaned on him and didn't feel any bumps.

I couldn't help but say: "That's great..."

Bill wondered: "What?"

I said nothing, just buried my face in his soft bear fur.

Well, no matter how his appearance changed, Bill was still the same Bill.

The warm, soft, furry him.

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