In the room, Huang Bingfeng. Holding his aching forehead, he opened his eyes slightly.

"Counter-devouring. It's over? Or didn't come at all? ”

She muttered to herself as she felt her body was so comfortable, but even though she felt completely flexible, she frowned. Still is. Let. Butterfly. Helped myself.

The human body is really weak. obviously promised the stinky old man to take good care of the butterfly, and he obviously inherited the position of the deceased.

Why, still let the butterfly's safety not be guaranteed, Huang Bingfeng sat on the 'bed' and entered into self-blame. The dim light was on her beautiful little face. Leave layers of silhouettes.

Once. Abandoned at birth, she was brought up by an old woman who picked up garbage, and after the old woman died, she began her wandering journey again. But because of natural strength. Not being bullied by others. Became the boss of a group of orphans who picked up garbage in the local area.

In a casual garbage pick-up. In that abandoned uninhabited hut. Seeing butterflies for the first time. She wore a tattered white 'coloured' dress. Keep your head in your knees.

I couldn't see her expression clearly, but I could see that her thin body was trembling, although no one had taught her, but she knew that it was crying, the cry of a 'girl'.

Her constant crying made her, who was also a little 'girl' at the time, a little overwhelmed, and she would not comfort anyone. She could only be ordered loudly. Tell her not to cry, or she'll hit her.

Butterfly stopped crying for some reason. Raising her head slightly, she could see the butterfly clearly.

Then. It's true. It almost scared her to death, the blood-colored and empty eyes seemed to see nothing, the pale skin was stained with tears, and a white bandage covered most of her face.

Although the outline of the small face is extremely beautiful, it is extremely weird. At first, she thought that butterflies were ghosts.

But. Naturally optimistic, she regained her 'complexion' in a short period of time. actually pulled the face of the ghost butterfly. A look of joy that has never seen a ghost. There is also a hint of childlike curiosity.

Butterfly didn't expect to do that at the time. There was a glimmer of light in the empty 'hole' eyes, and then she took it upon herself to divide half of the buns she had kept in the morning.

Unexpectedly. Butterfly actually spoke, and asked herself why, and she sat down and answered her, she actually wanted to test whether the ghost could eat at first.

And then. She was the boss with herself. Until the man came and took me and her.

Come to think of it. Huang Bingfeng covered his heart. Suddenly, her pupils shrank. It was as if he had sensed something.

The 'woman' used to have a bomb here, and. Their hearts have been broken.

I can't die though.

But. Can. Beat for someone else.

I'm afraid not.

(It's morning)