A familiar fragrance wafted over, she turned her head and met a pair of youthful, coffee-colored eyes.
The water wrapped around An Yewen's body as the boy whisked her and his younger brother away from the wooden boat.
But at that moment of departure, the boy violently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood!
An Yeran was taken aback, she asked in alarm, "What's wrong with you!?"
The boy gave her a weak smile, "I'm fine."
"I'm sorry," he said, "Sorry for making you feel so sad."
"You don't love me, yet you've always been...forced by me."
"I apologize, Yeran, I just...I love you so much that, often, I disregard your feelings."
His voice grew softer and softer, the person who was so dominant before, now sounded so weak.
Scales!
An Yeran turned her head towards the coiled python, "It's the scales, isn't it? The very important scales?!"
The sword in her hand was slightly trembling, the girl's words carried a hint of sobbing, "Wait, I will get the scales back!"