It's dawn, and the rain has stopped.
The morning sunlight spills onto the windowsill, where a pot of blue lavender sits, its faint fragrance spreading throughout the room.
Li Ruyan sits on the bed, her long hair draped over her shoulders like water. She hugs her knees, with a captivating rosy sheen on her face and eyes that exude an indescribable beauty.
In the morning sunlight and floral scent, she is as beautiful as a painting.
The storm finally stopped last night, the sky cleared, and the air was indescribably fresh. She felt as though her life was filled with youth and vitality.
At this moment, two butterflies fluttered by, landing on the pot of blue lavender on the windowsill, gently opening and closing their beautiful wings.
Li Ruyan looked at the two butterflies in a daze, wondering if she too had transformed like a butterfly after the stormy night.
Then she shook her head and laughed at herself, secretly thinking: Why do I feel like a little girl who loves to daydream?
