The sun was yet to bloom on the horizon. There was a nip in the air, ascertaining that it was about the time of sunrise. The chirping birds, sitting on the sunshade, sang melodiously.

Two people were sleeping peacefully in the drawing-room. Weylin squirmed a bit, bothered by the loud noise made by the birds. He turned around, closing his ears, expecting to continue his sweet sleep. No matter how much he kept tossing and turning, the sharp chirping of the birds pierced his eardrums. Finding it