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The Butterfly Can No Longer Fly
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"How did Zhou Shang die?" Cen Yun asked Gao Wei.
In the darkness, her eyes burned with an eerie blue flame.
Gao Wei lowered his head slightly, avoiding her piercing gaze, then slowly looked up at the vast expanse of stars, as if searching for answers in the celestial tapestry or perhaps trying to escape the sharpness of her question.
"You already know," he replied indifferently, his voice escaping his nose like a faint puff of smoke, dissipating into the air with an air of detachment.
They stood on the rooftop of the building, coldly confronting each other.
As summer drew to a close, the sun still fought to maintain its strength during the day, but now the night was like water, and a chill inevitably seeped through, bringing a hint of coldness.
Cen Yun wrapped her arms around herself, as if to ward off the chill or perhaps to gather strength.
Three days ago, Zhou Shang lay in a pool of blood in front of this building, her face serene, limbs stretched out almost exaggeratedly. Her porcelain-like skin was strikingly white, while the splattered blood was glaringly red, resembling a stark yet fragmented abstract painting.
She wore a floral cotton dress, tied at the waist with a large and exquisite bow. The trailing ribbons hung down like a pair of withered butterfly wings.
A flicker of pain and pity crossed Cen Yun's eyes. Her lips trembled slightly as if she wanted to say something but was choked by grief.
How she wished those trailing ribbons were real wings that could carry Zhou Shang freely through the sky.
Yet human flesh was so heavy; even someone as light as Zhou Shang could not escape being crushed by her own weight.
She gently closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the turmoil within her.
Zhou Shang fell to her death from the top floor in the early hours, around one or two in the morning.
There were no signs of struggle, nor had she taken any drugs.
The coroner concluded that the cause of death was suicide.
She left behind two letters, both sent through the post office.
One was in Gao Wei's hands, and the other in Cen Yun's.
Gao Wei was Zhou Shang's boyfriend.
Cen Yun was Zhou Shang's girlfriend.
Cen Yun furrowed her brow, her eyes filled with confusion and unwillingness; she could not believe that Zhou Shang would so easily end her life.
Cen Yun had never liked Gao Wei, not since the first moment she laid eyes on him.
Gao Wei's hairstyle was meticulously arranged, and he exuded the scent of herbal perfume.
He walked with a confident stride, the epitome of a well-dressed white-collar worker, even his plain cotton socks were purchased from a specialty store.
Gao Wei lightly brushed off nonexistent dust from his clothes, standing tall and proud, showcasing his meticulousness and attention to detail.
Gao Wei was tall and handsome, with an elegant demeanor. His smile radiated warmth, making it hard to pinpoint anything unlikable about him.
Whenever he walked down the street with Zhou Shang, the rate of people turning to look at them was nearly two hundred percent, as onlookers often couldn't help but glance back for another look.
They truly stood out, harmoniously like a prince and princess from a fairy tale.
Gao Wei wore a faint smile, enjoying the attention from those around him, while Zhou Shang clung to his arm like a little bird, her face beaming with happiness.
However, Cen Yun thought that Gao Wei was excessively pristine, as clean as a freshly painted white wall.
He cleverly used this facade to divert others' gazes; most people wouldn't consider whether there were any stains, scratches, or other hidden secrets behind that wall.
Cen Yun narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze revealing a hint of scrutiny and doubt, as if she were trying to see through Gao Wei.
Zhou Shang would never think that way.
She was a simple girl who loved to laugh and cry, enjoyed watching cartoons, and spent most of her time lost in fantasies.
Cen Yun and Zhou Shang shared similar backgrounds; they had grown up together in a children's welfare institution.
Cen Yun was two months younger than Zhou Shang but often acted like an older sister.
Zhou Shang frequently shared her fantasies with Cen Yun, claiming that her parents were a king and queen who had been forced into exile.
"Once the situation stabilizes, they will come to get me!" She spoke with certainty. "When that time comes, I will definitely take you with me. I want to marry you off to my brother."
Zhou Shang's eyes sparkled with hope, full of dreams, while Cen Yun smiled helplessly, thinking Zhou Shang resembled an angel.
"Angels are mindless, no matter how well they can read," Cen Yun thought.
Thus, Cen Yun decided to be Zhou Shang's guardian. She gently patted Zhou Shang's shoulder, her gaze filled with affection.
Later, Zhou Shang was accepted into a prestigious university in the south, and Cen Yun chose to attend a local music academy.
The two were inseparable until Gao Wei appeared.
Sometimes, Cen Yun wondered if she was jealous of Gao Wei. Although she had considered that they would eventually part ways and start their own families, she didn't want to lose her best friend so soon.
Cen Yun lowered her head slightly, a hint of conflict and distress on her face as her fingers unconsciously twisted together.
Zhou Shang noticed Cen Yun's discomfort, which is why she never followed Gao Wei's wishes—to move out and live with him—but instead stayed in their shared apartment.
This was the only time she defied Gao Wei's wishes, leading to a small argument between them.
Zhou Shang couldn't bear to hurt anyone, especially not her sister-like friend Cen Yun. Biting her lip, Zhou Shang's eyes brimmed with grievance and helplessness, tears welling up in her eyes.
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