"Da Hong is our rooster!"
Qiaoqiao said with such certainty and boldness, "He's so magnificent, even as a young rooster, he was quite popular with the Long-tailed Pheasant..."
At this point, his expression turned sorrowful, "Now that he's grown up, the Long-tailed Pheasant likes him even more."
The Long-tailed Pheasant, huddled in his palm, stayed slumped over with its head drooping, no matter how Qiaoqiao comforted it—it was practically half-dead.
Its long tail feathers drooped dispiritedly, making Qin Yun rather anxious:
"Quickly, introduce another one to him! He keeps being so down, if something happens, are you going to be responsible for it?"
He Kuang also chimed in, realizing the situation: "Yes, yes, love can't be forced. You could introduce a pretty little hen to him. We can't let anything happen! If something does, you won't be able to explain it!"
