The bathtub was taller than his tiny body, she let go, and he would have drowned. Forsythia Brown's expression became serious as she said, "Beas, stop fussing, be careful of choking on water."
Beas 'ummed' twice, his big eyes looking at her with a sense of grievance, filled with dissatisfaction.
Forsythia Brown couldn't bear to see the puppy-like expression on the little creature, a look she felt she had seen somewhere before. Her heart softened, and she said, "Okay, okay, okay, I'll let go, but only for a moment, just for a moment, okay?"
Although she had loosened her grip protecting Beas, she remained vigilant. If Beas were to slip into the water, she could fish him out immediately.
But Forsythia Brown was wrong.
Because, to her astonishment, she discovered that Beas could actually float in the water.
"Wow, Beas, you... you can actually swim?"
This was simply too miraculous.
Forsythia Brown watched, shocked, her mouth forming an 'O' shape.
