"We fell into Ning Zihuan’s trap, suffered heavy losses, and nearly got annihilated. Brother Yuesheng was captured by the enemy, and they let me come back to deliver a message to you." He didn’t need to look up to know that, although the one captured was his top confidant, that person still had a face smiling like a spring breeze. Bowing his head deeply, "Exchange Huxia Pass for Brother Yuesheng’s life." Huxia Pass is the largest economic development zone in Jiangzhou and also a fortress leading to the north. As long as one occupies this region, one could not only dominate Jiangzhou but also expand northward with the momentum. "This Ning Zihuan’s ambition isn’t small," his tone was tinged with laughter, yet the mocking in his voice tightened one’s heart. "Tomorrow night at eight, Huang Ye." He waved his hand and the man was taken away. The man sat for a while longer, "Xiao Bai, this is the first time I’ve met someone so interesting; life is finally not too boring." The young man standing behind him laughed upon hearing this: "It’s his honor to entertain Master Pei." Frowning, "It’s just that Yuesheng will have to suffer a bit." Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on N0v3l.Fiɾe.net The man stood up, his tall and slender body as clean and sharp as bamboo, striding towards the bedroom. "Always so impulsive, it’s time he learned his lesson." Xiao Bai smiled at this, "Yuesheng is just that kind of person; if he changed, he wouldn’t be Yuesheng anymore." Pausing in his steps, he laughed, "That’s true." That night, he did not sleep well—he dreamed of that butterfly again. Flying and flying, its hindwings trailing colorful streamers, unbelievably beautiful. No matter how he chased, he could never catch up. He saw the butterfly gently settle upon chestnut-colored hair, the graceful figure of a girl from behind, her white dress fluttering slightly, dreamy and ethereal... He stopped in his tracks, "Who are you?" The girl glanced sideways gently, and just as he was about to get a clear look, a gust of fog suddenly arose, obscuring the girl’s face at the crucial moment, plunging him back into a foggy haze. "Don’t go..." He chased after her but instantly became lost in the smoke. In the darkness, he suddenly opened his eyes. Ten years, and he always had the same dream—the butterfly, and the mysterious girl... Sighing, he got up, pulled open the bedside drawer, and took out a box. Opening it, inside was a butterfly hairpin. It seemed quite old; its wings made of colored beads had broken, and although they were mended, they never regained their former appearance. He carefully touched the butterfly’s wings, his eyes incredibly tender. A night of sound sleep. The first ray of morning light awakened Yun Ya, who opened her eyes and gave herself a hug. She got out of bed, washed up, changed into exercise clothes, and went out. At the same time, the door of the room across opened, and Yan Song, dressed in gray sportswear, came out. Yun Ya greeted him with a smile: "Good morning, Brother Yan." That smile was brighter and more dazzling than the sunrise behind her. Yan Song raised his hand to her hair: "Why not sleep a bit longer?" "I don’t have the habit of sleeping in. The air is fresh in the morning, and running is good for physical and mental health." Yan Song couldn’t imagine how she, who seemed like a girl that loved life, could be bound by no shadows. How could such a person have schizophrenia and severe tendencies of self-harm? Thinking of this, he felt a twinge of heartache and nodded with a smile: "Then from now on, I’ll call you every day, and we can go running together." Yun Ya nodded with a smile: "Sure." After the two finished running, Yan Ke got out of bed with sleepy eyes and waved at them: "Morning, Brother, Sister Yun Ya." Yan Song couldn’t be bothered with him, pulling Yun Ya towards the dining table instead. After breakfast, Yan Song left with his backpack. Yun Ya watched his retreating figure until he was far away and suddenly remembered that Ah Jiu was still hungry. She then ran to Yan Song’s room but couldn’t find Ah Jiu after a thorough search. "Ah Jiu?" She called out. "Meow." A feeble voice answered quietly. Yun Ya frowned, the voice seemed to come from under the bed. She lay down to look under the bed, and there Ah Jiu was, his emerald eyes looking up at her. Yun Ya reached out to him: "Why are you hiding here? Come out." Ah Jiu crawled out from under the bed slowly, and Yun Ya picked him up. He meowed pitifully a couple of times, evidently feeling very wronged. "You must be starving; Brother Yan forgot to feed you. Don’t be mad at him." Yun Ya stroked his head and smiled lightly: "Shall I take you to eat?" After feeding Ah Jiu, Yun Ya handed him over to Aunt Lin to feed him at noon before she headed out with her bag.