And in his heart, he didn't want to let these tears fall on Xiaodie's delicate body.

However, being in this small tent, even standing straight became a luxury. Helplessly, he could only turn his head away with difficulty, trying his best to hold back the surging tears into his eyes.

He took a few deep breaths, as if he wanted to inhale all the sadness and sorrow in his heart along with the air into the depths of his lungs, and then slowly exhaled.

After repeating this several times, the originally sad and upset heart gradually calmed down, and the surging emotions finally subsided.

After he had completely calmed down, he gently hugged the person in his arms and slowly walked out of the tent.

The setting sun shone on them, casting two long shadows.

The young man placed the person safely on the cart gently and steadily.

He seemed afraid that there would be some bumps along the way that would make Xiaodie feel uncomfortable, so he carefully laid a thick layer of straw around and under her body.

At the same time, the other people present did not urge the young man to speed up. They all stood quietly by, watching the young man carefully and meticulously complete each step.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, with only the breeze blowing gently.

At this moment, something unexpected happened - suddenly, a colorful and beautiful butterfly flew over and landed steadily on the young man's not-so-broad shoulder.

The butterfly's wings fluttered gently and slowly, as if every slight tremor was conveying some message to him, as if it was whispering to him something that only they could understand.

The young man's face was full of astonishment. He was afraid that even the slightest movement or the slightest movement would disturb this beautiful and magical butterfly.

So he just stood there quietly, not daring to even breathe, and his whole body was as motionless as a statue.

His lips opened slightly, then gently closed again. After repeating this several times, he finally squeezed out a sentence with obvious trembling and disbelief from the depths of his throat: "Is... is it you, Xiaodie?"

The sound was as light as the breeze blowing through the leaves, but it was full of endless expectations.

The others around were also completely stunned by the bizarre scene before their eyes. They were all dumbfounded, completely unable to believe what they were seeing.

You know, it was the first time in their lives that they saw such a beautiful butterfly, and like the young man, they didn't dare to breathe.

I've heard before that after a person dies, they turn into butterflies and come back to visit the people they miss. Could it really be the girl lying there who turned into a butterfly?

Its blue-black wings sparkle charmingly under the sunlight, and you will never forget it after just one look.

What is even more surprising is that in the face of so many onlookers, the butterfly did not show the slightest fear. It flapped its wings leisurely and just landed on the young man’s shoulder.

The yamen runner quickly glanced at the shabby cart, and his body trembled violently as if he was struck by lightning.

His eyes were wide open, his face full of horror, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

After a long while, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his fear and shock, and then hesitantly opened his mouth: "This... this girl's name is Xiaodie, could it be... really her?"

After hearing this, the other yamen runners around all showed the same surprised expressions on their faces. Yes, how could there be such a coincidence.

They looked at each other, obviously having the same doubts and worries in their hearts.

Some people couldn't help but want to speak, while others were already impatient.

At this moment, a yamen runner in the crowd was particularly calm and composed. Unlike the others, he made almost no unnecessary movements and just stood there quietly.

Just when everyone was still immersed in their own thoughts, they suddenly heard four words gently float out of his mouth - "Shh, don't make a sound."

Although the volume of these four words was not loud, they were able to quiet down everyone present. For a moment, the whole scene became silent, with only the occasional breeze blowing and the corners of clothes making a slight rustling sound.

This was not the right time to ask, so everyone nodded in agreement, indicating that they would suppress their curiosity for the time being and wait until a suitable opportunity to inquire about the matter later.

After all, how can such an important matter easily disturb others?

At this moment, the colorful, light and agile butterfly seemed to understand the young man's words and actually began to respond to him.

I saw it dancing gracefully in front of the young man, drawing beautiful and mysterious circles.

It was as if she was telling the young man some secret in this unique way.

Then, this magical butterfly slowly landed on the other shoulder of the young man, flapping its wings slightly and having close contact with the young man.

Everyone present was stunned by the incredible scene before them.

They simply couldn't believe their eyes. Such a rare sight might be hard to come by once in a lifetime!

However, just like a dream coming to an end, the butterfly spread its wings and flew high again.

It circled and flew right above the young man, then landed gently on his forehead.

At that moment, there was silence all around, and the butterfly just stayed quietly on the young man's forehead, as if it was kissing his forehead affectionately, expressing some special emotion or blessing.

After a moment, the butterfly flapped its wings reluctantly and flew away, gradually disappearing from everyone's sight.

The young man was seen standing quietly there, his eyes closely following the dancing butterfly as it gradually went away until it completely disappeared from his sight.

At this moment, he seemed to be under a spell, and he was immersed in deep thought, unaware of everything around him.

The yamen runners on the side didn't have such patience. They had been waiting here for a long time, and if they were any later they wouldn't be able to see the road clearly.

Seeing that the young man showed no signs of leaving, one of the yamen runners finally couldn't help but clear his throat.

He coughed twice deliberately, trying to attract the young man's attention and remind him to move on.

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