C1972 To the Hamster

The sounds of the wind outside the window rose and fell. Occasionally, a gust of wind blew into the window, lifted up the silk curtains, and hung the wind chimes high up in the air, humming a song.

"Oh. . . Wow. . . " The small hand was raised high up, as if wanting to grab the Windchime that was humming a song.

"Xuan Zhu seems to like this