"I see. Thank you."
The Red Butterfly whispered into the ear of the God of Dreams, like an ornate gemstone earring, carrying to Her the voices from afar. Across a sky already as gloomy as pitch-night, only the spot where Baimeng stood was illuminated by a flurry of dancing dream butterflies. Her long, silver-white hair whipped in the fierce wind, taking the place of the moon in the sky, while her deep black skirt rustled in the gale like a severed piece of night.
Masking her weakness with a soft breath, the young girl moved her fingers. The butterflies, receiving the command, immediately severed the connection and drifted back into midair.
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