Xiumin leans his body on Xiaolu and Xiaolu hugs him from behind like he was afraid the smaller will just melt away. They sit there in silence. Watching the flowers Xiumin plant blooms. And just by that a butterfly flies around the flower out of nowhere.

“I really envy the butterfly..” Xiumin says.

“Why so?”

“They can fly everywhere freely.. They can sense the pretty flowers and fly happily around them.. Do you think I could become one of them?”