Butterfly.
A beautiful purple-blue butterfly fluttered past Ning Xinyuan, who chased its illusion, stepping dazedly into a swift river.
Snap.
Ning Xinyuan tried to catch the butterfly, but it agilely escaped her gentle hands. Like a big child, she fell into the river, yet the water didn't wet her clothes or skin, nor did she see her reflection in the river.
In the river, she saw a train... Inside the train sat two people... She recognized one of them, a classmate of Ming Shuiyun, reserved and silent, with a beautiful appearance, called Qian something... Sitting next to Qian classmate on the train was an older male, who looked quite similar to Qian classmate, just as reserved and silent, and just as beautiful...
Swoosh.
