In the jungle, those two folk singers had sung countless songs, yet they remained completely absorbed in their performance.
The gentle music flowed around like a babbling brook.
Li Jing sat leisurely on a wooden stump seat, while Huang Qin, after a moment of contemplation, gazed into the distant night and began to slowly recount the story of the Black Butterfly engraved upon her heart.
"Once upon a time, a butterfly lived pleasantly and comfortably in the dreamy Butterfly Kingdom.
The companions around it showed it love and care, and everything seemed perfectly flawless.
However, in this kingdom, there was an unwritten rule—every butterfly had to be resplendently colorful.
The Black Butterfly once also had a splendid appearance, but deep within its heart, its most cherished color was pure black.
Its parents had high hopes for it, fervently wishing it to become the most vibrant and striking butterfly of all.
