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Xin Suya lowered her head and smiled softly and said, "You maintain a fixed etiquette towards us. This is a kind of alienation."

"You have excessive standards of etiquette and deliberately distanced yourself from us. Is it because of your mother's affairs or because we don't look for you?"

Jing Shishu didn't want to continue this topic and interrupted her coldly, "These are all things in the past. Since it has happened, there is no point in talking about it anymore."

Xin Suya asked softly: "Has it really passed? If it has really passed, how come you have always been so indifferent to us? You clearly know that your uncle is not treating you well because of cooperation. You clearly know that we cooperate with you and only deliberately want to approaching you."

"But you attribute everything to cooperation, so can you convince yourself?"

"According to your personality, if we treat you well, you should also be kind to us, right?"

Jing Shishu stared out the window, the snow was falling, and the whole world seemed to become white and pure.

She opened the window a little, and the cold wind instantly poured into the car, and the white snow stuck to her eyelashes.

"Start as soon as you say. Are you the leader of this game?"

Under the cold wind, Jing Shishu's voice became more and more deserted.

Xin Suya obviously didn't expect that she would think so.

"We didn't mean it... There are many kinds of love, and everyone's way is different."

"But I can only accept what I can accept, and I can only accept what I can accept. If you hide, I have to endure it alone. Now that you come out, I have to open my arms to welcome you. Is this how the world works? ?”

Xin Suya murmured: "But we hope you are well after all."

"So we can still sit together." Jing Shishu opened the window a little wider.

The wind and snow poured into the car together, and she just faced the wind and snow, letting the wind and snow mix.

"You have never thought about what you would do to me if I were not in the Jing family. Fortunately, I am in the Jing family, and their love never makes me think wildly."

Jing Shishu fantasized about the day when she would really have a family photo.

Every previous life has been harder than this one.

But why, why even in this life, in this bright and glorious life, there are still flaws in life.

"I was the one who was hurt first, I was the one who was sad first, and I was the one who was indifferent in the end."

Jing Shishu turned slightly, with a sarcastic smile on her lips.

Xin Suya caught a glimpse of her expression and was speechless.

After a long while, she spoke again:

"I'm sorry, but please believe that we have no ill intentions."

Jing Shishu closed the window, and the wind and snow were shut out of the window.

She regained her calm look.

"What happened in the past cannot be discussed as right or wrong."

After saying that, the car stopped in front of a white church.

Xin Suya got out of the car first, followed closely by Jing Shishu.

It was extremely windy and snowy outside, and the cold wind made a rustling sound, which was a bit scary.

The two of them entered the church staring at the wind and snow.

There was no one inside.

The surrounding walls are densely decorated with sculptures of the goddess of light, Morpho Butterflies.

Under the flickering lights, the wings of thousands of butterflies emit a vague blue fluorescence, which is extremely gorgeous.

Jing Shishu looked up. The ceiling was carved with two Morpho butterflies, the goddess of light, flying in pairs. The wings of the butterflies swayed with the light and shadow, as if they were dancing.

"This is your mother's favorite place in country E. It was built by my uncle."

Xin Suya has been listening to Xin Ge tell this story called regret since she was a child.

Every time she heard it as a child, she hoped they would have a happy ending.

It's a pity that the ending never changes. Xinge who can't escape the bondage, Jinghe Xi who will never stay, and that short but beautiful love are all forgotten in a certain corner of the world.

She cried about it all her childhood, and her uncle couldn't tell lies or make up fairy tales to make her happy.

It's a lie if lovers eventually get married.

So when she grew up, she no longer believed this sentence.

Xin Suya walked through the corridor, ran her fingers across the rows of tables, and whispered: "My uncle said that when they were young, they would sit here together and watch these butterflies flying in the changing sunlight."

The Xin family has too many rules. Xinge and Jinghexi are only free in the church.

Jing Shishu stepped forward and saw a row of Jing He Xi's photos on the table, mixed with photos of the two of them.

Both of them smiled brightly.

Xinge…Jinghe Xi…

Jing Shishu felt unspeakably sad inside.

She closed her eyes, half-kneeling and half-sitting on the mat, not knowing whether she was praying for Xinge and Jinghexi's love to last longer in the next life, or praying for something else.

Heavy snow slapped on the frosted windows, and blue butterflies on the wall seemed to be flying around the white flowers.

Xin Suya stared at Jing Shishu's side face and was slightly distracted.

She seemed to see the woman returning to the church.

In the changing light and shadow of the butterfly, Jing Shishu stood up.

Xin Suya came back to her senses, looked around, and said with half regret and half sigh: "It's a pity, it's just a sculpture."

Jing Shishu turned around and walked out. When passing by Xin Suya, she replied: "It doesn't matter if it's a sculpture or painting, the blizzard outside is blind."

Xin Suya turned her head and looked at the wind and snow outside the window, and then looked at the beautiful and fragile butterfly that was covered in dust in the church. She nodded seriously and followed out of the church.

The two got into the car again.

"Let's go back."

For memories, once is enough.

Everything must move forward in the end.

Jing Shishu opened the car window and took one last look at the Butterfly Church through the rearview mirror.

In the wind and snow, the white church became more and more blurred, and eventually it was completely submerged by the wind and snow, and could no longer be seen.

The flying butterflies and free love are over.

……