Red, yellow, gold, blue, green... all over the sky, as if you are in a fairyland.
Amidst the exclamations one after another, golden butterflies flew in like ocean waves and surrounded her.
One of the largest ones slowly came to her, and suddenly the light shone brightly, and the golden butterfly disappeared in an instant. In the haze, a tall man slowly walked out.
Dressed in white, clean and pure, like the bright moon in the sky, shining brightly.
He walked out step by step, and his back seemed to be bathed in light, like a god above the nine heavens, making people couldn't help but worship and surrender.
Behind him, those golden butterflies suddenly 'unfolded'.
Only then did she realize that those golden butterflies were all made of paper, similar to modern paper cranes! Only spiritual magic was added, so they were just like the real ones!
"These...were you folded?"
A trace of fear flashed across the eyes of the man in front of him, and his ears were stained with a layer of red.
"……Um."
He was a little awkward, but Ling Xuewei felt that the man at this moment was so... cute!
She once accidentally told him about Qianzhihe, but to her surprise, he kept remembering it!
He secretly folded so many things, how long had he been preparing for it? He was so busy on weekdays, but he still found time to do this?
The emotions in her heart surged. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, she really wanted to rush over and kiss the man who made her attracted all the time!
"Huh? There seems to be something painted on it!"
Ling Xi's exclamation came from the side, and Ling Xuewei discovered that the spread golden butterfly paper turned into dots of light, and then a familiar woman's face appeared.
Her eyebrows are bright and her smile is like a summer flower.
——That's her.
Every frown, every smile, every move, truly leaps into the air.
Without being extremely familiar with the people in the painting, it would be impossible to paint them in such detail and vividly, as if they were real people.
Ling Xuewei was surprised and hurriedly caught another golden butterfly. With a slight tap, the golden butterfly turned into countless light spots, and a line of words came into view.
——The exquisite dice and the red beans make people miss each other deeply.
The brushstrokes are vigorous and powerful, like a startling dragon, and all the pens are as if the bones are missing each other.
Her heart moved, she raised her eyes and met the man's dark eyes.
It was as deep as a pool and like stars, casting ripples in her heart.
Opened another one.
The fourth one.
The fifth one.
The sixth one.
…
Either a sentence or a portrait of her.
She discovered that the flow of writing spanned a long time, probably starting from... when she left three years ago.
"Xuewei Xuewei, what's written on it? Let me see it too!" Lingxi shouted over there.
Ling Xuewei hurriedly restored the golden butterfly to its original shape and held it cherished in her chest.
This is what Ye Moyan wrote to her, so no one else can read it.
"How many have you broken?" She was so happy that her lips almost reached her ears. She didn't know it, but looked at the man in front of her in a daze.
"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine."
When he said this, the man's face looked a little embarrassed.
To be honest, the scene of a majestic emperor quietly hiding aside and fighting with a paper crane is really a bit... weird.
In particular, he often had a cold face, so when the Mandrills saw him, almost all of them were so frightened that their jaws almost dropped.
Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine!
God! So many!
How long should he fold?!
Ling Xuewei held the golden butterfly in her arms as if she were holding the most precious treasure in the world.
"This is the best gift I've ever received."
One sentence can make a man smile like a moonlight in an instant.
