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Zhang Xiao ran unexpectedly fast, leaping to the railings with half his body outside, his gaze intensely capturing the delicate figure he wanted to see.
What had he found out today?
He had discovered everything that he never knew about this girl's unknown past.
Like a butterfly whose wings were stifled at birth, forced to crawl on a difficult path with fragile tarsi, wandering through wondrous flower boughs, her solitude dreaming of the dazzling colors flying in the sky, drawing rainwater from the brown soil, and harboring bitterness in her tender chest.
And yet she was willing to carry another dying butterfly on her back.
But these self-proclaimed righteous people still treated her like the dirty, despicable reptile they loathed, wishing they could crush her underfoot...
Zhang Xiao felt a stinging sensation in his eyes, and even his own self wanted to drift along with the torrential river waters...
"Look!"
"There!!!"
Zhang Xiao turned his head...