An Yeran was becoming more and more proficient at swimming, she was even getting used to living under the sea.
The seafood tasted good, but it became tedious after a while.
After another exhausting day, An Yeran mustered enough force to push the boy away, panting, "Xiù, I don't want to eat seafood anymore."
The boy kissed her cheek and softly asked, "What would you like then?"
An Yeran thought for a moment, "I feel like having some land food."
"Alright," the boy said, "I'll go get it for you later."
Too tired, An Yeran was about to fall asleep, she felt as if something cold was hung around her neck.
She moved her finger slightly, but didn't open her eyes.
*
When she restored her energy and woke up, the boy was not there. Sitting up, she was aware of the weight around her neck.
Looking down, a bluish-green scale was hanging on her neck.
The scale was exquisite, with patterns she had never seen before.
Shimmering faintly, its beauty was breathtaking.