An Yeran frowned, remaining silent.
The boy's fin slowly turned into a hand, which he gently placed on the girl's face, "If you despise me, please don't hurt yourself, okay?"
The water slowly released the girl, and the boy helped her sit up. Suddenly, a fishbone knife appeared in the girl's hand.
The boy held the girl's hand, pointed the tip of the fishbone knife at his own heart, silently stared at her, and whispered, "If you're angry, hurt me."
"You can do whatever you want."
An Yeran's eyes went wide, the hand holding the knife hilt shook slightly. She hastily shoved the boy away, flung the knife aside and roared, "Are you fucking insane?! Do you enjoy self-harm?!"
When she said these words, she completely forgot about her own actions of peeling off scales just now.
The boy lowered his eyes, spoke in a low, slightly trembling voice, "If you say it is so, then it must be."
He looked just like a child who had given up on himself.