|The four Michael Miu/Barbara Yung wuxia that I string here|
The butterfly in question was actually still in the room, perched safely on a dark corner of the ceilings. He looked down with his faceted eyes to the crying girl. He knew what had happened, he knew the girl wanted to capture him as much as he wanted to return to her. However, his new insect body did not respond to his need. It neither flew away nor flew closer to the girl. It remained still there on the ceiling.