"Don't!" Lu Ye shook his head, his eyes reddened, "You'll get better, I'll heal you."
Little Butterfly smiled sadly, "No need, just talk to me a bit more." Her voice gradually weakened, like that of a mosquito.
Her eyelids slowly closed, and the hand touching Lu Ye's face fell away.
"Little Butterfly?" Lu Ye called softly, seemingly hearing a familiar response: "I am here, Brother Ye!"
But as the cold wind blew past, it turned out to be just an illusion.
"Ah..." He held the body in his arms tightly, even when maligned by others, even when surrounded and severely injured, he had never shown any emotional outbursts, yet at this moment, his heart ached to the core.
Inexplicable hazy images appeared in his mind, unclear...
Extreme sorrow surged in his heart, like an invisible giant hand suddenly sweeping away the enveloping fog.
The hazy images suddenly became clear.
