On April 18, the anxious Chen Zhou got up early.
He had gone to bed too late yesterday, and he felt somewhat sluggish.
After dressing in bed, starting a fire, and cooking some porridge for Lai Fu and himself, he slipped on his shoes and slowly walked out of the cabin, sitting on the short porch to gaze at the forest, waiting for the inevitable earthquake to come.
The sun rose gradually, and the island seemed unchanged.
After eating, Chen Zhou had no mood for work and sat on the bed in a daze.
Lack of sleep made drowsiness wash over him in the warm and dimly lit cabin, and just as he was on the verge of drifting off, a sudden frantic scratching noise came from the Little Dragon Cat's wooden box.
The usually quiet little creature made a sound like a bird chirping.
Soon after, the sound of birds flapping their wings echoed from the forest.
Even Lai Fu, who was lying inside the house, stood up, craning his neck to gaze outside through the wall.
