Selenga didn't ask—he had a feeling that whatever it was Kaifeng stopped himself from saying, it was better left unsaid. He knew he was a rather sensitive person—something that had annoyed his father, something that had led to a lot of trauma as a result of that annoyance. He shuddered, pushing the thoughts back, trying not to let his imagination run wild with him.

"He didn't hurt them," Selenga finished, looking at the moth in awe. "It's so pretty..."

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