He raised his head and looked at his godfather, whose appearance had not changed in ten years.
In his eyes, there are still desirable, naive and innocent ideals.
"Isn't it? Godfather, I think I should try harder on my own instead of relying on a butterfly."
Li Mingyue's lips trembled for a while.
There was something blocking my throat and I could hardly find my voice.
Perhaps, throughout his life, Su Wensheng never understood what the butterfly he was determined to catch meant to Li Mingyue. Perhaps, Su Wensheng had already understood it, but he just never said it out loud.
But he did let Butterfly go.
In the end, he let go of his own life.
In the quiet night dreams, Li Mingyue often dreams of the East Lake.
The grass leaves swayed, and under the blue moonlight, the boy's black hair flew elegantly. He tilted his head and smiled at him.
A white dove flapped its wings, dropping pure white feathers among them like fresh snow.
Seeing him, the boy stepped over the grass, strode forward, came under the tree, smiled, and said to him.
"godfather."
"I'm going to catch a butterfly for you."
Countless times, countless times, the boy smiled at him, by the lake, with his black hair fluttering, looking at him.
Like a nightmare that keeps replaying forever,
The boy repeatedly said to him,
"godfather."
"I'm going to catch a butterfly for you."
…
When the laughter stopped, there was nothing in East Lake.
There is no moonlight,
There were no butterflies either.
…
"Feel sorry."
"……Feel sorry."
"I'm sorry for causing you guys trouble."
Li Mingyue hugged the 19-year-old god tightly and repeatedly said sorry.
Sorry...he didn't trust that kind of childish innocence.
Sorry...he didn't reach out his hand towards the moonlit lake at that time.
Sorry...until the end, he didn't catch the butterfly.
...But you don't need to apologize to me, Su Mingan thought blankly.
His hands were frozen in the air, not knowing whether to return the hug or raise his sword.
Su Wensheng is no longer here.
He was indeed unwilling at the last moment, but in Su Mingan's perception... he hated the heaven and earth, hated the gods, hated those thugs, hated the corrupt coalition government, and hated this unchangeable fate...
But he never hated his godfather at all.
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