The day passes quickly, and the cabin lights up, and the ship lights up in the night.
Jessica yawned, feeling a little drowsy.
She turned over another page of the picture book, then turned and lay down on the bed, putting her arms under her head.
"Was it fun in the sea?
Lying next to the person smell words, back to look at her, ice blue eyes across a smile, blinking eyes, soft waxy way: "OK."
Jessica was depressed and turned over: "You must be saying that to comfort me... I really want to see the sea, but I can't breathe in the water."
Anmur looked after her.
After looking for a few seconds, he gently looked away and again looked at the album in his hand, and his white fingertips gently brushed over the buildings in the painting, gently authentic:
"I want to go to land, too."
Said this sentence, as if only to comfort the depressed girl.
Jessica didn't think it was wrong at first, but when she thought about it, she rolled over and said,
'Don't go to land, Anmur.'
The action of the young man turned the book a meal, and then, as if nothing had happened, continued to turn a page, hung down the long thick eyelashes, the tone inexplicably asked:
'Why?
His voice was soft, as if it were a normal question. Jessica thought for a moment and answered seriously.
"Land must be less interesting than sea. And there are a lot of bad people on land, and a beautiful person like you must meet many dangers on land."
The other side turned the page of the book, the tone is still light, as if casually asked: "What danger?"
"People love beautiful people, and when they see you, they might take you home and hide you..."
Jessica scares him.
In the original story, the Little mermaid was...
A sudden pain struck her heart.
"Every step, like walking on the edge of a knife."
The delicate teenager finally turned his face and smiled at her. "What about Ryan? Do you like beautiful people? Would you want to take it home and hide it?"
Jessica: "... Of course I won't."
The little mermaid drummed the white tender cheeks, did not answer, turned her face to continue to turn the book, soft way:
"But Ryan wants to go to sea, and I want to go to land, isn't it natural?"
Jessica sighs and decides to play tricks, so she kindly asks, "So why do you want to go to the mainland?"
The man's movements suddenly stopped.
Jessica raised her eyebrows and looked at the young man's white side face, as if for an instant she had lost any expression.
But when he turned his head, his face was still a soft smile, smiling appearance, delicate and beautiful. He winked at her lovingly, as if there were a sea of singing in his pretty pupils:
"Ryan, aren't you sleepy?"
She was about to answer, but a sudden surge of sleepiness made her eyes barely open. "I..."
Anmur smiled as she watched the girl close her eyes and breathe steadily. His ice blue pupils, like a whirlpool of circles slowly faded.
He put down his book, gently brushed the hair from the girl's cheek, and smiled languidly.
"Why do you want to go to land?"
He ran his long white fingers over the album.
In those dark and cold blue eyes, it seemed that in an instant, there were gentle waves like waves.
The slender and beautiful young man tilted his head, soft and waxy: "Because, Ryan..."
'Anmur, I like you best.'