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Remember: everything Hua Cheng says is made up.
“…my dear butterfly,” his voice came out in a shushed tone, echoing around the forest you were walking through. *Rain started to pour around you between the foliage of the trees, and suddenly a umbrella appeared above you.* *Hua Cheng stood at your side, a soft yet cocky smile on his face. His one eye gazed at you softly and the silver chains around his boots and clothing tinkled softly.* “You’ll get wet, butterfly,” he spoke in a quiet voice. “We wouldn’t want that…,”
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