Selena had been secretly observing that handsome visiting professor from the East for a long time.

The project site of those entomologists was right next to their village, Occasionally, she would go with her sisters, under the guise of delivering local specialties, to strike up a conversation with them.

He always stood nearby, wearing gold–rimmed glasses, his clear, almond–shaped eyes both distant and gentle

at once.

Her sisters would playfully tease him, but he would only smile faintly and let it

pass.

They all said Professor Turner was a very good person. He didn’t show off his knowledge, disliked lecturing others, and even if something was broken, he would only good–naturedly advise them not to repeat the mistake.

Even the veteran colleagues on the project team respected and admired this young and diligent professor.

He seemed perfect, but Selena knew his secret.

He hated humans

She had once seen him, unafraid of dirt, intently rescue a butterfly with broken wings from the mud.

She had also witnessed him catch a girl who fell while running; despite smiling and urging her to be careful, he immediately turned around and washed his hands under running water for seven or eight minutes.

Insects, more than humans, resonated with him.

He loved those small creatures; he would stand countless times by a flowing waterfall in the wilderness, spending hours observing the delicate breathing of a cicada.

Yet he would not spend a single second attending to a person’s joys or sorrows.

Many long–term researchers stationed abroad periodically received letters and packages from their hometowns.

However, Archer had never received any.

They said his mother was ill, and his father was accompanying her during her recuperation.

Selena wondered, ‘But during her recovery, couldn’t they spare time to express their thoughts?‘

She didn’t understand their lack of contact and affection.

Her grandparents loved her deeply. Whenever she lingered in the jungle playing for even an hour, they would bring her younger siblings and noisily search for her.

Selena was intensely curious about this mysterious Professor Turner.

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Finally, one day, she struck up a conversation with him.

156 volichis

jungle to track an orchid mantis resembling orchid

by

The sky changed abruptly.

Heavy rain fell unexpectedly.

recovered from a cold a few days prior and worried about getting sick again upon returning when she saw Archer beside

and commented, “Professor Turner, you’re

just smiled faintly in response, “It’s not luck. I just keep it handy out of

Why?” she

After a brief moment, he answered, “Because a long time ago, I

to

smile held a hint

the clever and usually omnipotent professor. “She already has someone to hold

moment, Selena vaguely

hesitated and, by a mere thought, missed out on a boy she truly liked, that she suddenly realized Archer must have also deeply cared for the girl he couldn’t shield from the

comfort and said, “It’s okay. At least that

smiled, “Yes,

*****

but they

seen Archer send

they were butterfly specimens he had promised to

about everything, handled those specimens with the utmost care and personally tied elegant bows on the gift

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their project team would receive a substantial

heard someone joke that with such generosity from the investors, they could

Archer

one day, Selena discovered

frantically inquired, only to learn he wasn’t in trouble; he had simply returned to his home country for a very

worried something had happened

his smile, always seemed

Archer returned quickly.

was good news about the butterfly he had been tracking for years.With a relaxed smile, he said, “I found her.

had gone back last time because there was good news about the butterfly he had been

“I found her. She found a very suitable habitat and a

Selena smiled, “So, congratulations?”

“Thank you,” he replied.

his research with

tirelessly, fully absorbed

to the world remained those tiny

he collapsed by an unknown stream or ended

returned from studying out of town,

still for the girl as beautiful as a

said they were

friend.

Joyce Lesley, and she was

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