Sihwa had originally been immersed in the fairy tale story, but upon hearing the sound coming from downstairs, she could not help but feel curious. She knew that Zhang Zian made a trip down to the sea practically every morning. Sometimes he would return after half an hour, while other times he would return a bit later. It was a common occurrence in the pet shop, but something seemed to be different that day.
She opened the small window by the toilet and quietly peeked downstairs.
