Back in the room, Ale took a cloth to soothe Wendy’s eyes.
Thinking of those butterflies that had died so tragically, Wendy couldn't help but want to cry. "Ale, they’re dead. They can’t play with me anymore." To her, those butterflies were her friends.
Watching Wendy cry so heartbrokenly, Ale felt an even deeper dislike for Qingqing.
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