On the lawn, Ryan was sitting on the grass and was basking in the sunlight. A butterfly came and landed on his forefinger.

Vlad and Mercie who were sitting next to him were surprised because it looked like the old man was silently conversing with the butterfly.

They tried to catch the butterfly, but it flew away.

“Let them that have the wings fly,” Ryan slapped on the back of their heads, making them pout in anger and leave his side.

Elizabeth was watching Ryan from a distance, and Dorothy was