Two Butterflies

The lights on the stairs were still on, but the light in Room Number One on the Second Floor had gone out. When Shade entered, he casually switched on the lamp. The flowers still piled up his living room, while the candles on the dining table had already burned out.

Leisha was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Dorothy was sitting on the sofa, waiting for Shade. Her expression had returned to normal, with none of the tearful look from just now.

"What happened?"

Shade asked. Dorothy shook her head but did not invite Shade to sit down.

"Just now, Leisha and I talked about many things, including you and Luvia."

"Huh?"

Shade was greatly startled. His good mood immediately plummeted to the bottom, but Dorothy would find out about this sooner or later. It was not inappropriate for Leisha to tell her.

"Yes, we..."

"You do not need to explain it to me. I always thought that with the way Luvia lived, as though she bore some enormous responsibility, she would become an old maid unable to marry for the rest of her life. I never expected her to make her move so quickly."

Dorothy must have drunk quite a bit of the fruit wine Shade had prepared. An unusual flush colored her face.

"Shade, were those Red Butterflies that led the way just now your illusion?"

"Yes."

"You hateful, filthy, handsome butterfly that attracts flowers..."

She squeezed out a sentence of uncertain meaning through clenched teeth, but there was no disgust for Shade in her eyes.

The Blonde Young Lady pressed both hands against the sofa.

"If you had wanted to stay and have dinner with us just now, we would not have let you leave. Why did you go downstairs alone?"

"How could I do that? That was