Chapter 1

　　There were purple butterflies floating in the sky, oh no, not butterflies. Lin Yuan could see clearly that they were just a kind of flower - iris flowers. The iris flowers were everywhere, just like butterflies dancing, with their light wings and elegant postures.

　　Lin Yuan knew that she had dreamed again, but the feeling in the dream was so real, with the petals within reach and the refreshing fragrance.

　　This dream of iris flowers has accompanied me for many years, but the beautiful iris flowers always make Lin Yuan feel inexplicably heartbroken. Isn't there something missing from such a beautiful scene?

　　Wake up at three o'clock in the morning, Lin Yuan was sleepless and leaned against the bedside. The orange light filled the room, recalling the flowers in her dream. Lin Yuan murmured, "The Falling Flower Man is independent..."

　　Shaking her head, how could she become so thoughtful? Lin Yuan turned off the light, hiding herself in the darkness.

　　In the darkness, Lin Yuan looked around quietly with both eyes and turned the light on again. She felt a little scared as if there was something else in the room besides herself.

　　But this feeling quickly disappeared. Lin Yuan patted her head and said, "If you don't sleep well, you'll be suspicious!"

　　Turning off the light again, Lin Yuan forced herself to fall asleep, opened and closed her eyes, and fell asleep again when the sky was slightly lit.

　　On the weekend, amidst the bustling antique market, Lin Yuan strolled aimlessly, perhaps due to a lack of sleep, feeling a bit drowsy.

　　Passing through one street stall after another, Lin Yuan's gaze swept over pieces of exquisite, antique, real, or fake artwork. She rubbed her tired eyes, but there was nothing she wanted to buy and decided to go back.

　　Her gaze turned slightly, and a white figure jumped into her eyes. Lin Yuan's heart seemed to be caught by something. She stopped and her eyes followed the man in white next to her.

　　In the crowded crowd, he had a somewhat unique figure, tall and thin, with a white shirt tucked into black pants, appearing concise and efficient. His fair face had sharp edges, but his eyes were wandering, like a wandering soul.

　　Lin Yuan followed him all the way until he walked out of the crowd and arrived at a sparsely populated corner, leaning against the wall.

　　A gust of fresh wind blew by, and Lin Yuan smelled a strong fragrance. She suddenly felt a bit dazed, and when she regained her senses, she saw the man quietly looking at her.

　　Lin Yuan smiled awkwardly and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

　　The man shook his head and said, "I was feeling a bit stuffy just now, but now it's much better. Perhaps it's because you brought fresh air!"

　　Lin Yuan smiled and looked into his eyes, which were deep and gave off a feeling of melancholy, elegance, and a hint of loneliness and indifference.

　　In her heart, she couldn't help but be stunned. This person had a fatal attraction to her, but Lin Yuan could feel that he was a rather indifferent person.

　　The man stood up straight, being scrutinized while also scrutinizing Lin Yuan. She wore a light purple shirt, shoulder-length short hair, a fair face, clear eyes, and a delicate yet determined demeanor.

　　He smiled faintly and looked at the lively crowd not far away, saying, "Are you also interested in antiques?"

　　"I just really like it," Lin Yuan said with a strand of hair, "I don't really understand at all. I can't distinguish between halal gold and fake jade."

　　"Haha," the man smiled heartily and extended his hand, saying, "It's a coincidence, I'm the same. By the way, my name is Yuan Yu."

　　"Lin Yuan." Lin Yuan also extended her hand and held it together. Lin Yuan's hand was a bit cool, while Yuan Yu's hand was as warm and smooth as jade.

　　Looking at Yuan Yu's white and clean hands, and then looking up at his eyes, Lin Yuan's heart unconsciously rippled slightly.

　　A piece of paper suddenly fell off, and Lin Yuan and Yuan Yu lowered their eyes to look at it at the same time. It was a photo, and Lin Yuan was about to bend down to pick it up, while their hands were still holding each other. Their faces couldn't help but feel hot, and they pulled out their hands.

　　Picking up the photo, the two of them saw a purple jade hairpin, with a hairpin head resembling a flower or a butterfly. The flower handle was used as a pin, and the hairpin head was connected to the pin, making it look very precious.

　　"Whose is this?" Lin Yuan said, looking up and not knowing how the photo fell off.

　　Yuan Yu took the photo from Lin Yuan's hand, looked at the jade hairpin on the photo, and said to Lin Yuan, "Do you know what kind of flower this is?"

　　In addition to antiques, Lin Yuan also likes flowers and plants very much, so she is also familiar with plants. She replied, "This is an iris, also known as a purple butterfly."

　　"Oh, yes, it looks like the wings of a butterfly," Yuan Yu said and returned the photo to Lin Yuan.

　　Lin Yuan held the photo and said, "I don't know who dropped it."

　　Yuan Yu smiled and said, "Your name also has the character 'Yuan', it may be related to you."

　　"Do you know?" Lin Yuan looked at the photo and said, "I really like this jade hairpin."

　　Staring at the photo for a long time, Lin Yuan was a bit lost in thought. When she looked up again, Yuan Yu's figure was no longer beside her. For some reason, there was a hint of melancholy in her heart.

　　Returning home, Lin Yuan felt very tired and fell asleep on the sofa. In a daze, he smelled the faint fragrance again, as if seeing Yuan Yu. His eyes were so melancholic, that even with a smile on his face, Lin Yuan could feel the sadness in his heart.

　　Yuanyu, what is your sadness for?

　　When I woke up, I was holding a photo of a jade hairpin in my hand. Looking closely at it, the iris petals in the photo were fluttering, like a butterfly spreading its wings, vivid and natural. The purple color made me feel mysterious, elegant, and noble, but also had an indescribable melancholy, depth, and distance.

　　Lin Yuan's mind immediately conjured up Yuan Yu's face, and the feeling he gave was so similar to the hairpin in this photo!

　　Accidentally flipping through the back of the photo, Lin Yuan saw a line of words: If interested, please come to Unit 402, No. 7, West Street at 6 pm.

　　"It's so mysterious!" Lin Yuan thought for a moment and decided to take a look. The clock on the wall showed that it was already 5:30 pm. Lin Yuan walked out with a handbag, and West Street was not far from here. It was only two blocks away.

　　At this moment, it was already dark, the street lights were not fully lit, and there were not many people on the street. Occasionally, one or two pedestrians were seen.

　　No. 20 West Street used to be the old dormitory building of the Postal Bureau, but now it is very dilapidated. From afar, Lin Yuan can see the pitch-black dormitory building, with only a few scattered orange lights on top.

　　Suddenly, a figure jumped into her eyes, and Lin Yuan looked at him and softly called out, "Yuan Yu?"

　　Yuan Yu stopped and looked at Lin Yuan with a smile, saying, "It's really fate to meet again!"

　　"Do you live here?" Lin Yuan pointed to the dormitory building and asked.

　　"No," Yuan Yu replied, "I have a friend who lives here and came to talk to him about old times. And how did you come here?"

　　Lin Yuan was about to mention the photo he picked up during the day, with the address written on the back, when he suddenly heard the sound of a police car. The two of them saw a police car approaching and driving into the entrance of the post office dormitory.