Only a very low and husky voice remained floating in the tranquil forest, "Ah Chu... I forgive you..."
After a long time, Luo Qiangwei gradually stopped crying, and that white paper was entirely soaked with tears.
She carefully folded the paper, and as she placed it into the small box, her finger was suddenly pricked by a needle in the lining.
It didn't hurt much, producing a little blood bead,
Luo Qiangwei was puzzled, but as if realizing something, she suddenly looked up.
Under the azure sky where snowflakes danced, thousands of colorful butterflies gracefully flew in, lovingly surrounding her like messengers protecting her, beautiful and magnificent.
She understood, and a heartfelt smile slowly bloomed at the corners of her lips.
This is a gift from Ah Chu, these butterflies he had raised since childhood.
...
It took more than half a month before they set off back to Jiang City.
