"What is this?"
Yang Yifeng opened the box and looked at the item inside with a slightly puzzled gaze.
Inside the box was something resembling a sticker. A thin sheet, painted with a lifelike blue butterfly. Its wings quivered lightly, as if it were about to come to life!
The secret that Ye Xuandao had kept for twenty years, not even telling the woman he loved most, was this thing?
"Yang Yifeng, do you believe that there are people in this world who are born with gifts bestowed by the heavens?"
Ye Xuandao didn't answer Yang Yifeng's question but instead asked his own.
Yang Yifeng was momentarily stunned, then his eyes suddenly widened, his pupils constricting: "You mean, this thing..."
"That's right, when Zitong was born, this butterfly ornament was on her!"