Guzi seemed to be scared of Hua Cheng, and he rushed to hide behind Xie Lian. Xie Lian chided him, “Don’t worry, this gege is a good person.” “Nah, I’m a very bad person.” Hua Cheng replied. Although that was what he said, he flicked his hand and a tiny silver butterfly flipped out of his sleeve; fluttering its little wings, it flew errantly toward Guzi. Guzi’s inky little eyes bulged as he stared in fixated wonder at the tiny silver butterfly, and he reached out to try to catch it in spite of himself.
