Mo Yichen took off his earphones and said to her,""Congratulations, first place. You didn't disappoint me."
Han Jinchu looked at the faint smile on his lips and felt suffocated for a moment." Xia Yichen, why did you believe me just now? You clearly haven't seen that painting…"
How could he choose to believe her so firmly?
"Open your palm and see if the butterfly has flown away."
"What?" Han Jinchu was stunned for a moment before he remembered that he was referring to the 'caterpillar' he had drawn on her palm before the competition.
She held the album in one hand and slowly opened her other hand in front of her eyes.
Mo Yichen stretched out his hand and tapped her palm lightly with his index finger.
At this moment, her palm seemed to have been enchanted, and a butterfly really flew out of her palm…
Han Jinchu was stunned…
