In the secret garden on Thousand Lake Island, Tang Qingxue looked up at the beautiful butterfly wings that almost blocked out the sunlight from the sky. She was amazed, and only after the butterflies scattered did she slowly lower her head to look at their gathering place, which should have been a circular flowerbed. Inside it grew a large rose vine, its branches as thick as an arm due to its long history, intertwined and tightly nestled together to form a huge circle. Although lush with foliage, it was not in bloom.
"Young Madam..."
Tang Qingxue turned her head back, and Mike was walking towards her.
"Mike, did you see those butterflies? They're really beautiful, but there are no flowers here, yet they still perch here."
Mike squinted towards the sky. After flying up, the butterflies gradually spread into the surrounding woods and disappeared, with only a few remaining that seemed unwilling to leave.
