Listening to that pitiful tone and looking at Cynthia's aggrieved look.

Although he knew that Cynthia was pretending, Eros still felt like he had taken a big sip of iced black tea in the middle of summer.

The feeling of clarity from head to toe is hard to describe in words.

Who can understand? A cool and arrogant lady with long silver hair looks pitiful and aggrieved in front of you. Who can understand this contrast?

Just as Eros was about to continue to help his sister vent her anger, a sad song suddenly came from the sea in the distance.

At first, it was like a faint fragrance in the gentle sea breeze, lingering around with a dreamy beauty.

The melody is like a strange flower quietly blooming on the ancient seabed, stretching out loneliness and sorrow in the ocean currents of time, revealing a depth and purity that has been long baptized by the sea water.

As the song gets closer, grief comes over you like a surging wave, yet it carries with it an irresistible beauty.

Cynthia, who was holding the railing with both hands, and Eros, who was standing behind Cynthia, looked towards the direction where the singing came from at the same time.

With the help of the light of the silver moon in the sky, Eros saw from afar what seemed to be a human figure on the distant reef.

The figure was bathed in the watery moonlight, with a graceful posture that seemed to have been carved by the most skilled craftsman according to a dream.

The fair, tender and delicate skin presents a pearly luster under the moonlight, delicate and smooth.

The vaguely visible fish tail sways gently in the waves, and the scales sparkle with colorful light.

It is like being inlaid with countless tiny gems, reflecting dreamy light and shadows as the waves ripple.

He moved his gaze from the two high-raised shells to that beautiful face. He saw the eyes that glowed mysteriously in the moonlight, as if hiding endless stories and sorrows. He also saw the rosy lips that were slightly opened and humming a gentle and sad tune.