The voice calling, even though she couldn't shake off the feeling that it was the wrong voice, makes her stop reaching for the butterfly. She doesn't turn completely towards Huang Rong though. Instead, she inclines her head to one side, giving Huang Rong a content but distracted smile.
"The little bird has come home. Welcome back. Welcome...back."
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"The little bird has come home. Welcome back. Welcome...back."