The Paper Tiger in the Hands of the Butterfly - Preface

In the twelfth lunar month, winter snow fell.
Joy City was quietly covered with a layer of white snow. As the cold wind blew, snowflakes gently fell from the thin, withered branches.
"Achoo!" A small sneeze came from the attic.
There was a thin little girl dressed in a thick, snow-white fox fur coat. She was holding a hand warmer in her arms, and there were also stoves around the room, making the attic warm and cozy.
But the wide-open window allowed the wind and snow to blow into the room, slightly driving away the warmth.
Sniffing, the girl hugged the heater in her arms even tighter and continued sitting on the windowsill. She didn't intend to close the window.
She had a delicate, oval face with refined features. Her skin was almost translucent white, and her lips were pale and bluish-white from the cold, devoid of any color. Only her beautiful eyes remained, dark and clear, shimmering with a hint of life. At this moment, those beautiful eyes were fixed intently on the view outside the attic, on her neighbor's house, separated only by a wall.
In this kind of weather, everyone is bundled up tightly, not revealing a single inch of skin. But the boy next door is only wearing a thin, coarse shirt, practicing his boxing in the yard with loud shouts.
Her gaze was fixed on the boy.
Seeing him practicing his boxing without seeming to be cold, with sweat even beading on his forehead, she would have thought it was summer if she hadn't been shivering a little.
She pursed her lips and looked at him coldly.
For the past few months, she has been watching this family, who moved in next door.
The neighbor who moved in was surnamed Yan. Her family owned a security escort agency that was said to be quite famous in the martial arts world. Moreover, the head of the Yan family had received a favor from her father decades ago. Although they hadn't seen each other for several years, they kept in touch through letters and had a good relationship.
So when the Yan family moved in recently, her father was overjoyed, and the Yu family even hosted a banquet to celebrate.
Her health was poor, so she didn't attend the banquet and had no chance to get to know the Yan family. However, after observing them for a few months, she had a general understanding of the Yan family.
For example, the boy practicing boxing was the only son of the Yan family, several years older than her, with a strong and muscular build, the undulating muscles of his body faintly visible beneath his clothes.
It's obvious at a glance that such a person is so healthy that they won't get sick.
How enviable!
With her eyes slightly narrowed, the girl thought with a bitter feeling that she, who had been frail and sickly since childhood, longed for a healthy body the most.
If I could, I'd really like to switch places with him.
Her eyes turned slightly cold. A hint of jealousy flashed across her face, but a gasp interrupted her thoughts and gaze.
"My goodness! Miss, why did you open the window? The wind is blowing in..." a girl dressed as a maid exclaimed, rushing forward anxiously.
"Shut up." The girl glared at her irritably, not missing the medicine bowl in the maid's hand.
"Don't close the window, or I'll get angry with you."
“But…” Xiao Cui hesitated, but seeing her mistress’s glare, she could only shut her mouth and reluctantly offer the bowl in her hands.
"Miss, take your medicine."
Looking at the dark medicine, the girl subconsciously frowned. Just by smelling it, she could imagine how bitter it must taste.
She drank it for several years and could never get used to the taste.
She pursed her lips, took the medicine bowl with disgust, took a deep breath, and drank it sip by sip. With each sip, her small brows furrowed even more.
But in my ears, I heard a delicate girl's voice coming from outside.
"Brother Duan, I want to eat candied hawthorns, will you take me to buy some?"
"Candied hawthorn? It's that again. How come you never get tired of it?" The boy's voice was soft and gentle, yet one could clearly feel the affection in his words.
"I just love it! Okay, okay, take me shopping!" the girl pleaded.
She raised her eyes slightly and looked away. She saw the girl tugging at the boy's clothes, pleading softly, while the boy looked at her helplessly.
She took a sip of her medicine, watched quietly, and didn't say a word.
"Miss, are you looking at the young master of the Yan family again?" Xiao Cui's clear voice rang out. "I've seen you frequently visiting the Yan family these past few months. Do you like the young master of the Yan family?"
The maid's words made her look away. She raised an eyebrow, as if amused, and asked, "You like the young master of the Yan family?"
"Yes!" Xiao Cui nodded, her little face full of curiosity.
"Or have you been secretly watching Young Master Yan all these past few months?"
"Because of jealousy."
Foolish maid! She can't even see jealousy.
"Huh?" Jealousy?
“She looks so healthy, it makes me uncomfortable every time I see her. And what’s with her wearing such thin clothes to sell her body in this freezing weather?” She found it extremely irritating.
"Uh..." Xiao Cui stammered, unable to continue. Her mistress looked terrifying, gritting her teeth as if she wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from her.
"Hmph! Take it." With a cold snort, she handed the empty bowl to Xiao Cui. "Go downstairs, I'm going to take a nap." There's nothing else to see outside.
"Okay." Xiao Cui obediently took the bowl and left the room.
The girl poured herself a cup of tea, took a sip, and tried to get rid of the bitterness in her mouth. But even the sweet tea couldn't overcome the taste of the medicine. Instead, the medicine in her mouth made her feel even more bitter.
She frowned, forced herself to swallow, put down the teacup, and couldn't drink anymore.
"Hello!"
A startled voice startled her. She quickly turned around and saw the young master of the Yan family standing on the windowsill, holding a string of candied hawthorns in his hand.
"You..." She opened her mouth wide, stunned.
"You just took your medicine, right? Here's a candied hawthorn to help with the bitterness," the boy said, scratching his head a little awkwardly.
For the past few months, he knew he had been being watched. He wasn't dead; how could he not notice such obvious stares?
Moreover, she looked at him so openly, without hiding it at all, which made him curious. Why was Miss Yu looking at his house? Later, he found out that Miss Yu had been sickly since birth and had been in poor health since childhood, rarely leaving her room.
Although there was a wall between them, the strong smell of medicine still wafted out from the attic, and the smell was really not pleasant.
Just now, he smelled that smell again, and Yu Mei was clamoring for candied hawthorns. While buying the candied hawthorns, he somehow thought of the medicine smell and impulsively bought a candied hawthorn and brought it over.
However, I had always only seen her from afar and had never really looked at her closely. It was only when I saw her up close for the first time that I realized how stunningly beautiful this Miss Yu was, to the point that I dared not look directly at her.
"Candied hawthorn?" Staring at the candied hawthorn in his hand and looking at his awkward expression, she couldn't help but find it amusing.
"Hmm... Here, have some." Feeling uncomfortable with the awkward atmosphere, he simply jumped off the windowsill, roughly shoved the candied hawthorn into her hand, and quickly disappeared without a word.
"Senior brother, where have you been?" came a coquettish voice from outside.
"Uh... just browsing around."
Where should we go shopping?
"Uh...why ask so many questions?"
Holding the candied hawthorn, she walked to the window and watched the figures in the rain playfully walk into the house. Then she looked down at the candied hawthorn, which smelled sweet.
She picked one up and put it in her mouth.
The sweet candy spread in my mouth, removing the bitter taste of the medicine, and even the jealousy in my heart seemed to lessen.
She remembered that his name seemed to be... Yan Xuanxiao.
"Yes, that's the name."
She raised her lips and smiled slightly.
He seems like a pretty interesting person...
Besides the hands we hold tightly, what I don't want to let go of is your heart, which is close to mine...

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