Ding Cong stabilized his mind and said in a low voice: "Could it be true that the butterfly has turned into a butterfly?"

The butterfly flapped its wings and circled around the pavilion twice, and said lightly: "The butterfly is me, or am I a butterfly, this is just an idea back then.

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