Inside the rain curtain, the soft rain was like a gentle mutter. As the water scattered, the sound of the wind fused with it and formed a wisp of dream that came from a previous life.

The butterfly around Qing Hong landed in her hand and she gently gave it shelter from the rain and wind. It was as if she was the red butterfly, but it was unknown who in this world could shelter her from the same wind and rain.

She turned around and saw a stranger in white under the oil paper umbrella.

“Red Butterfly… That name is very beautiful.” Qing Hong looked at the white-haired youth and smiled. This smile was like a lonely rose in full bloom.

“If you’d like, you can become Red Butterfly.” Wang Lin looked at the beautiful woman. What happened back on planet Suzaku appeared in his eyes.

The woman smiled slightly but didn’t speak. She looked at Wang Lin. Their gazes met in the rain and lingered for a long time.

Qing Hong looked at Wang Lin and softly said,...