Holding his delicate chin, he quietly stared at the sleeping girl, his icy blue eyes shining brightly.
She had no guard against him, and had been hypnotized so easily.
Under the warm light, the girl's features are gentle, slightly open lips, and the sleeping face is simple.
Anmuer leaned in slightly, feeling the warm breath of her partner on her cheek, as if surrounded by her breath, so close that it was pleasingly close.
The young face with a slight smile, glittering eyes, more beautiful than the bright moonlight on the water.
He tilted his head, showing the lovely dimples on his cheek, and suddenly leaned in again.
Long hair, ice blue color, in the moonlight clear flow. The beautiful face of the young man, a trace of what can be called gentle mood.
You're my favorite, Ryan.
Love does not make sense, and it will never appear to follow logic. Sometimes, strangely enough, from the moment you see a person, the heart doesn't listen to the thumping, you press it, but it doesn't help.
He even felt that in the past ten years, he had been aimless, walking alone on the blue sea day after day, perhaps only for the moment of meeting her.
He would give her everything, every hair, every inch of skin, every beat of his heart.
He was willing to give up everything, his voice, his health, his life... Even away from the sea, away from home.
But this love, you either, Ryan?
The blue waves of water shook the wall, and the little mermaid smiled, but with a illusory taste, like the foam rising in the morning.
He pressed her forehead and asked softly:
"You're going to be with someone else, aren't you?"
For more than a month, the fishing boats often mentioned the prince's marriage to the princesses of neighboring countries, and they all said...
A princess saved her. It was made in heaven.
"Why would you want to be with anyone else?"
The blue color in Anmur's eyes darkened, and it was a long time before he put his arms around her and rubbed her neck, his voice dropping.
With grievances, as if floating in the air:
"That... What about me?"
The teenager buried his face in the girl's neck, relying on and sentimentally attached posture... Never regret the heart.
You will lose your voice and will no longer be able to speak. When you love someone, you can't say you love her. When you feel sad, you can only SOB.
You will be silent forever.
Every step.
It's like walking on a knife.