Mouling butterfly's head came out of the water. There was no sign of Schbihua on the rock sculpture. She patted the water face angrily and swam toward the shore.

Qingfeng waited on the shore with a blanket and gently blamed the butterfly after it was dragged ashore.

Mouling butterfly, who was already angry, turned around and pushed Qingfeng, still ignorant of the danger, down the lake.

Schbihua turned off the AV recordings and hid the long-cherished films behind the closet in a box. He thought nobody had found him. He clapped his hands like a nobody was sitting on the sofa and turned over the newspaper with his legs crossed....