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That night, Gao Wei calculated everything perfectly.
He knew Cen Yun was going to work the night shift and that the residents in the area went to bed early. He arranged to meet Zhou Shang on the rooftop, the place where they once gazed at the moon together. He tried his best to perform, confessing to Zhou Shang, admitting that he had lost his mind and wanted to start over with her.
Zhou Shang wore the floral dress he had bought for her, her makeup light, looking beautiful but showing no signs of joy or sorrow.
He spoke a lot, much of it feeling insincere even to himself. Zhou Shang simply looked at him quietly, saying nothing. She stood there silently, her eyes vacant, as if she had lost her soul.
Her only request was for Gao Wei to tie her bow.
Then she stood at the edge without a railing, slowly spreading her arms, resembling a bird about to take flight. "Gao Wei, come here," she said.
This was a gesture they often imitated from a romantic scene in Titanic, that action of soaring into the wind. A hint of determination and melancholy shone in Zhou Shang's eyes, as if she were bidding a silent farewell.
Gao Wei felt that Zhou Shang was actually his accomplice; perhaps she had anticipated his intentions all along?
He hesitated for a moment but eventually stepped forward slowly, reaching out to gently support her waist... Almost simultaneously, it was unclear whether he pushed harder or if Zhou Shang leaped first.
Zhou Shang performed her final dance in the night, her body drifting down like a feather.
Though she faced away from him, he felt as if Zhou Shang smiled at him, that smile like a cold and mysterious star twinkling in the night sky. Why did it have to be that kind of smile? A hint of terror and confusion crossed Gao Wei's face as his body trembled slightly.
"But she wasn't killed by you," Cen Yun interrupted his thoughts.
Gao Wei snapped back to reality and saw on Cen Yun's face what he imagined to be Zhou Shang's final smile. That smile pierced his heart like a sharp blade, causing him to shiver involuntarily as he instinctively recoiled.
“She left a letter.” Cen Yun gently waved a piece of paper pinched between her fingers, the gesture seemingly casual yet imbued with deeper significance.
Gao Wei let out a sigh of relief; thankfully, he had thought things through. A smug smile crept onto his lips as he mimicked Zhou Shang's handwriting, forging two letters. He even imitated her peculiar signature: a fluttering little butterfly.
She always refused to write her name properly, opting instead to draw it. How childish!
This detail had slipped past even the astute Cen Yun.
Gao Wei felt a surge of secret satisfaction; he knew that when it came to Zhou Shang's death, the one who truly cared was Cen Yun, the one who had spent countless lonely years alongside her.
With his arms crossed, Gao Wei wore a barely perceptible smile.
“Yes, I was with her. But it was so sudden…” Gao Wei's voice was filled with anguish as he lowered his head slightly, his brows furrowed. For days now, he had been convincing himself: it was an accident, just an accident.
“I just want you to tell me where Zhou Shang is,” Cen Yun's voice was as soft as moonlight, yet her gaze bore into Gao Wei, as if trying to see through him.
“Right here, where I’m standing.” Gao Wei realized he had unconsciously positioned himself at Zhou Shang's former spot; a flicker of panic crossed his eyes.
Cen Yun handed the letter to Gao Wei and said, “I think her signature is a bit strange; take a look…” Her tone was calm but carried an undeniable authority.
Gao Wei already knew the contents inside; one does not easily forget something handwritten by another.
To mask his unease, he feigned composure and unfolded the stacked pages.
Suddenly, he noticed that the signature had changed; it was no longer Zhou Shang’s but rather his own name written in an extravagant flourish! What about the content…
Gao Wei's face instantly turned pale, his eyes wide with terror and disbelief.
Cen Yun acted decisively, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes as she pushed him hard.
Gao Wei fell without making a sound, his body plummeting like a kite with a broken string.
Everything was much simpler than she had imagined.
Forging a suicide note was more troublesome, but fortunately, she had Gao Wei's love letter to Zhou Shang to use as a reference.
Cen Yun let out a slight sigh of relief, her gaze revealing a hint of exhaustion and liberation.
"May you die just as Zhou Shang did." Hearing the sound of something heavy hitting the ground, Cen Yun descended the stairs with confidence in her step, unwavering and steady.
On the fourth day after Zhou Shang's death, a local newspaper published an article in an inconspicuous corner titled "The Mystery of the Young Woman's Fall Revealed: Heartless Boyfriend Repeats Mistake to Atone with Death."
Next to the text was a black-and-white close-up photo: Gao Wei, his brain splattered, wore an expression of shock, his right hand tightly gripping a piece of paper. It was his confession letter.
After reading the newspaper, Cen Yun angrily crumpled it into a ball and tossed it into the trash can.
She turned and walked into her room, quickly stuffing a few simple clothes into her travel bag. Then she approached the table, picked up Zhou Shang's ashes, tears streaming down her face as she softly said, "Chong Chong, let's go home."
But where was home? Her eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness, her body trembling slightly.
Zhou Shang had one secret that she never revealed to Gao Wei: the letter she wrote to Cen Yun was signed by a little Caterpillar. After all, the butterfly's former self is the Caterpillar.
Until the appearance of Gao Wei...
Cen Yun still remembered Zhou Shang's happy smile when she returned from her first date.
Zhou Shang bounced over to Cen Yun like a cheerful little bird, excitedly saying, " winds, your little caterpillar is about to turn into a butterfly! A prince has taken a liking to it..."
Every girl transforms into a butterfly only for the one she loves most.
Before this, she was a delicate Caterpillar.
When Zhou Shang returned to her most trusted companion, she was still willing to be a Caterpillar again.
But this was a secret between girls.
That fortunate or unfortunate man would never know.
When Cen Yun saw the unusual butterfly on the will, she sensed the smell of blood.
Sure enough, her butterfly had been brutally dismembered.
Cen Yun held the urn tightly, her eyes burning with flames of anger and sorrow.
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