[Don’t believe Jiang Lanyue! 】
Several shocking words in blood stung my eyes.
Beside the word "blood", a lifelike swallowtail butterfly is painted.
It's Mother Butterfly!
Just like the Nuwa Empress in Han nationality mythology, in our Miao mythology and legends, "Butterfly Mother" is the ancestor who created and gave birth to us.
And this swallowtail butterfly is the mother butterfly in grandma’s eyes!
The butterfly she painted is different from other butterflies. It is a butterfly dancing gracefully on its side.
The few simple strokes are not only expressive, but also unusually light, as if a butterfly can spread its wings and fly out of the paper in the next second.
So, when I saw the butterfly totem behind the photo, I recognized it at a glance. It was grandma’s handiwork!
Grandma is still alive!
My eyes were blurry and my eyes were soaked with tears, but soon, I held back the tears forcefully.
If grandma is still alive, why doesn't she come to see me?
What does it mean to send photos in a pretentious manner and write this line on the back?
Reason tells me that this thing is weird in every way.
That swallowtail butterfly is indeed the work of my grandma, and no one else can capture the charm of her painting.
But why did she say, never believe Jiang Lanyue?
Isn't Jiang Lanyue our family's ghost fairy?
He went through life and death for me and was my savior. If I can’t trust him, who else can I trust in this world?
My head hurts so much. I received too much information today. It’s hard to digest for a while. My mind is in chaos...
I don’t know who is real and who is fake, but one thing is for sure, the face I see with my naked eyes is not my real face!
I hurriedly asked for a half-day leave and returned to the dormitory with worries.
As soon as I entered the door, I smelled a very light floral fragrance.
A bouquet of pink and tender flowers is placed quietly on my bedside table.
A few pink roses are paired with Kabu white roses, and some cute daisies are dotted in between. They are so beautiful and unique that I can't take my eyes away.
Seeing it, the haze in my heart was swept away.
Who gave this to me? Is it...Jiang Lanyue?
I quickly stepped forward and picked up the small card on the bouquet, with a line of beautiful words written on it: May you bloom like a flower forever! Happy birthday, Master Wen!
The signature reads Yao Chunli's name.
I looked at this card and the blessings on it, feeling happy but also a little disappointed.
Turns out it wasn't him...
I quickly removed the darkness from my eyes, held the flower in my arms, and took a deep breath.
After eighteen years of living, this is the first time I have received flowers—flowers from a girl.
The bouquet is simple and elegant, with a sweet and warm flavor. I thank Yao Chunli from the bottom of my heart for giving me a special gift on my eighteenth birthday.
"Yao Chunli, thank you!" I said to the memorial tablet on the table.
A breeze blew across my face, and I seemed to hear a very clear voice saying you're welcome.
Yao Chunli seldom communicates with me and tries not to appear in front of me. She only shows up occasionally when she sees how things are going.
I really didn't expect that she would actually send me flowers.
In my mind, I didn’t seem to have told her my birthday.
Even Wu Yingxue and the others don't know that today is my birthday.
After all...my birthday is the anniversary of my mother's death. I have no mood and no reason to celebrate my birth.
In previous years, on the Fourth Day before the Beginning of Autumn, my grandma and I would mourn our mother very sadly.
I have thought more than once: How wonderful it would be if there was no me!
Mom is still alive and dad is not missing. They should be happy and snuggled together now.
It's all because of me...
But this bouquet of flowers today reminds me that my birth can also be blessed, and I am also loved by others.
As I held this bouquet of flowers, an indescribable joy mixed with bitterness lingered in my heart.
This brief interlude did not make me forget the purpose of coming back. Perhaps it was soothed by the flowers, which calmed my mood a lot. I calmly took out the stack of photos and placed them on the altar table.
"Jiang Lanyue, what's going on?"
A dark shadow came quietly, blocking the light around me.
The photos in front of me were blown up by the wind, and they passed by at an even speed one by one.
"Who took the photo for you?" Jiang Lanyue's tone was unhappy, low and dull, and a bit cold.
He was not too surprised, and he recognized the person in the photo as me at a glance. Could it be that he, like others, saw the face in the photo?
I did not answer him in a hurry, but stood on tiptoes and put my face in front of him: "Jiang Lanyue, can you see clearly, is the person in the photo really me?"
I approached him anxiously, accidentally brushing against the tip of his cold and straight nose, and almost kissed his lips.
My face turned red with my heart pounding, and I stared wide-eyed at the blurry face so close to me. The surroundings became completely silent, everything was blurred, and only the black shadow in front of me and the cool breath exuding from his breath were left in the world.
Jiang Lanyue stood quietly, staring at me with lowered eyes. Although I couldn't see his facial features clearly, I could feel that he didn't seem to refuse, and was even...expecting something...
I was startled by this ridiculous idea, my cheeks were as hot as a newly boiled boiler, and I shrank back in panic.
"You...why don't you speak?" I lowered my head and asked, but accidentally saw his Adam's apple rolling.
"This is not you, who else could it be?" Jiang Lanyue asked.
All my hopes were gone, like a bucket of cold water being poured on me, and I felt a biting cold even in the stuffy room.
Seeing his confusion, I told him what happened today intermittently.
"So...all you see is the face in the photo, only I see another face."
After hearing my words, Jiang Lanyue was silent for a long time. Then he thought of something and bent down to look into my eyes.
I was so shocked by his sudden move that I didn't dare to move. I stood still in place like a log, letting those frost-covered, sharp-knife eyes pierce into my pupils.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Lanyue pursed her lips and uttered a few words: "As expected..."
I heard the suppressed murderous intent in his words, and asked anxiously: "What's going on?"
Jiang Lanyue straightened up, her eyes always stayed on my eyes, and said word by word: "There is something wrong with your eyes!"
"My eyes..." I touched my eyelids subconsciously. Maybe it was affected by his words. I really felt a pain in my eyes.
Jiang Lanyue said coldly: "The eyes you have now are not your eyes!"
My whole body is not well, how is this possible?
I have never had any surgery since I was a child, and I have never had my eyes hurt. Is there really such a magical magic in this world that can replace my eyes without anyone noticing?
Seeing my question, Jiang Lanyue pressed her chin in the mirror: "Look at yourself..."
