Half a month later, at early dawn.
Chen Mu lifted the thin blanket and sat up from his bed.
He habitually activated the Truthful Listening Technique, but then froze in place.
The swishing of tree leaves, the whooshing of the Gentle Breeze, the crackling of dry branches breaking, everything was so familiar.
Yet beyond these familiar sounds, there was also a faint buzzing noise.
The sound was not loud, but it filled the environment.
Curiously following one of the buzzing sounds, he approached the window.
A brilliantly blue butterfly quietly perched on the gray window frame.
As if it sensed Chen Mu's approach, the butterfly slowly opened its wings.
The blue stripes on its wings became even more vivid and beautiful.
"Life..."
A sudden enlightenment emerged in Chen Mu's mind.
The vibrating hum was not an ordinary noise, but rather the unique life force of the creature itself!
His gaze followed the butterfly as it took flight, looking into the distance.
