The Struggle of a Butterfly

Her body was so light that it was almost weightless like feathers.

Layers of gauze covered her body. Her delicate hair spread out, and her beaded jewelry fell to the ground. Her eyes were tightly shut, causing a faint shadow to brush her eyelids.

As he was very close, he could smell the floral fragrance on her body.

The lights on the stage were glaring.

There was pandemonium below the stage.

However, he felt that this moment was beautiful like many years ago when his butterfly quietly rested in the palm of his hand. A world that only belonged to both of them.

A few staff rushed up and wanted to take her from him.

However, Pei Ziheng evaded them and personally carried her backstage.

When he reached backstage, Sister Mai Na also ran over anxiously. "How's Xiao Ling?"

Without answering, he strode forward.

Sister Mai Na pulled him. "Pei Ziheng! Where are you taking Xiao Ling?!"