Prologue
Who is it? Knocking on the door of my sleeping heart so unreasonably
Opening my hazy sleepy eyes, I fumbled to find the door made of clouds. I opened it gently and you fell into my arms recklessly. The smoke was so thick that I couldn't see your face clearly, but your temperature had melted away the thousand-year frost in my heart and awakened every sleeping cell in me. You stood up straight and seemed to be smiling at me. The smoke gradually dissipated and I could see you clearly. I couldn't help but reach out to your beautiful face, and the shy maple leaves fell between my cheeks.
Who are you?
I'm here to pick up my goddess
You held my hand, and my sleep became more and more blurred. His eyes seemed to see the colorful clouds on the horizon. For thousands of years, Shen Lun inadvertently let himself lose his warmth. In a white world, he fell into a deep sleep, only to wake up again with your gentle interruption. Is the butterfly garden in front of me real? Do the butterflies in the sky predict the beauty of our life? Is a path surrounded by pansies the road to a beautiful paradise? I couldn't see the end of the trail.
Would you like to fly with me? You said to me with a smile
My feet have left the ground, you hold my hand, thousands of butterflies surround us and we fly together to the legendary paradise...
(The story is about to begin...)