He stood there, surrounded by a large number of Manzhu Shahua. Coquettish, beautiful. I was right in front of him, so close, so close, unable to hug him or tell him how much I loved him. He looked at me with arrogance in his eyes, even with a little contempt. The exhaustion of his heart exceeded the support of his body. In this charming other side, the flowers fell like silver butterflies across the night sky... Remember? The legend of Silver Butterfly, the agreement between you and me has gone with the wind and vanished into ashes...