"Boom!"
Accompanied by a gust of wind, the Butterfly Girl suddenly flew backward. But just before she was about to land, an invisible force locked her limbs tightly, pulling her back.
"Wow!"
The butterfly in mid-air immediately opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, her eyes horror-stricken as she stared at Yu Shiran standing on the ground ahead.
The little girl slightly lowered her head at this time, her eyes eerily closed... Her doll-like right hand still maintained the posture from when she struck, but there were five spots of slowly dripping blood on her five pale fingers.
"What is that? Is it my blood?"
In the process of being swiftly dragged towards Yu Shiran, the butterfly suddenly froze.
