Chapter 327

"They were a gift… from you." Steven touched the bottom-right corner of the specimen display. It showed a black signature that said 'SC', the acronym for Stephanie Carlson. I looked at Steven in shock and felt my heart drop. "It was me? I gave these to you?" I wonder if he was referring to all the specimens. "You said that the beauty of shooting stars was their fleetingness. Only a short-lived beauty would amaze everyone…" Steven leaned over to look at me, his voice still hoarse as usual. He sounded lonely, sad, and guilty. "Life is fleeting. This is the only way to preserve them forever…" I started the wall of butterfly specimens in shock. At that moment, it felt like they had all come alive. "I didn't know that I would like these things…" I said in surprise. Steven held my hand and brought me into the room deeper in the basement. A password was needed to enter the room. The door looked sturdy, almost like a bank vault. As the door opened, I followed Steven inside. When the