A colorful cloud drifted down. Only when it came near, did the people realise that it was a group of butterflies. The one in the lead was a blood red butterfly.
It’s already autumn. Butterflies weren’t common. Now so many butterflies had appeared and they were flying towards the paintings, making everyone surprised. What’s happening? Could it be that these butterflies came for the paintings?
The crowd hadn’t yet understood the situation when the butterflies flew towards Murong Qi Qi. These little things landed on the chrysanthemum on the painting. Their small wings were twinkling and immediately, a ‘miracle’ appeared!
Originally, Murong Qi Qi’s painting only had ink color and blood color. Now because of these butterflies, the chrysanthemums were covered in colors.
These butterflies had different colors and they landed on different chrysanthemum. Their wings glittered and it immediately became a live colored chrysanthemum painting. And that largest blood red butterfly landed on the biggest chrysanthemum in the center. The wings glittered under the sun and showed different kinds of colors.
“How beautiful!”
Bai Yi Yue’s ‘how beautiful’ voiced out the inner thoughts of everyone. Having seen so many paintings, but none were comparable to this ‘live’ painting.
“A miracle!”