The vines slowly retreated.

The glass cover inside was exposed.

Blue butterfly lying on the blue flower.

Under the moonlight...beautiful like a painting.

......

A sudden look appeared on the boy's face.

However, he looked at the strange man in front of him in confusion, and the vigilance in his eyes did not decrease at all.

"How do you know they are friends?"

"Do you understand what the butterfly says?"

“…Can the butterflies speak?”

The boy muttered.

Could this person be found trespassing in a private house and finding an excuse to fool him?

He is sixteen, not six.

It's long past the age of reading fairy tales.

...

"I don't know if the butterfly can speak."

Xiao Xiao smiled, "But, Xiaolan is not a butterfly."

"Not a butterfly?"

The boy opened his eyes wide.

He subconsciously looked at the butterfly in the glass cover.

Apart from the difference in body shape, aren’t it exactly the same?

...

“It’s the same as Xiaoyi.”

"how-"

The boy blurted out.

"It's all monsters."

The boy's pupils contracted violently.

"you……"

Then he became amused by his fuss.

He took a deep breath.

The other party knew that Xiaoyi was a monster...isn't it natural?

Isn’t the scene he saw when he woke up telling it all?

He slowly closed his mouth.

He just was a little uncomfortable.

He had never met someone like him who could see monsters.

The boy returned to his calmness.

His eyes fell on the man's fingertips.

Peacock blue butterfly... no, it is a monster that looks like a butterfly.

"That……"

The boy suddenly realized something,

He turned his head and looked at the butterfly who had been on his desk for many days.

Is it a monster too?

"no."

The boy was shocked.

Did he just say what he said?

But he didn't care.

"It's not a monster?"

The boy murmured.

Too.

If it was also a monster, how could Xiaoyi not know?

“It’s a butterfly.”

Xiao Xiao's fingers moved slightly, and Xiao Lan flew up.

Xiao Xiao withdrew his hand.

"Can you give it to me?"

“My friend is worried about it.”

Xiaolan stopped beside Xiao Xiao's face.

Hearing this sentence, Xiaolan nodded her head.

Um.

It is worried about the little butterfly.

...

"Butterflies are not monsters."

Xiao Xiao looked at the glass cover, "Their lives are very fragile."

"You keep it closed like this..."

“It will die.”

...

“…I originally wanted to make butterfly specimens.”

The boy's voice was vague.

But Xiao Xiao heard it clearly, "Specimen?"

"You plan-"

"No!"

As if he knew what the man was going to say next, the boy hurriedly interrupted, "I didn't think of killing it."

Xiao Xiao nodded.

He knows this.

Otherwise, this little butterfly wouldn't be in the glass cover now.

"I'm going to wait for it to die..."

The boy's voice became weaker and weaker.

Xiao Xiao understood.

"So that's how it is."

The lifespan of a butterfly varies depending on the breed.

But the longest one will not exceed one year.

That's still an individual breed.

The average life span of butterflies is only one week.

The boy wanted to wait for the butterfly to die naturally, and then used its corpse as a specimen.

...

“…This is one of my homework…”

"I chose to make butterfly specimens..."

The boy who realized that he had said a lot had pursed his lips tightly.

...
To be continued...