"In my heart, you are as beautiful as this butterfly," Aaron Faber couldn't help but blurt out. After saying that, he became nervous and looked at her cautiously.
Fortunately, he didn't scare her.
"This swallowtail butterfly is much more beautiful than me."
"You even know its name is swallowtail butterfly?"
"Yes, I know a lot of butterflies. I have many butterfly specimens in my room..." When it came to butterflies, Samara became enthusiastic and started talking nonstop, forgetting the dangerous scene that had just occurred.
They sat in a field of wildflowers, and Aaron picked a bunch of flowers and gave them to her.
"You must like flowers if you like butterflies. Here, although these are wildflowers, they are still beautiful."
Samara took the flowers, saying, "These are daisies, I really like them..."
The girl's voice was gentle, soft, and tender, like a feather brushing his heart. He closed his eyes tightly, forcing down the surging emotions in his eyes.
