The little goldfish turned the faucet to its maximum, letting the sound of the water drown out all external sounds.
She held onto the bathtub, slowly squatting down, her vision going black in flashes, her body trembling... Anger or sadness, neither suffices to describe her feelings, as if a great hammer appeared out of thin air, smashing her heart into pieces!
It's a bone-deep wound, a skin-deep pain!
What has she been hoping for, for so long, so very long?
Fish eyes… brewed into medicinal wine;
Fish bones… ground into powder for pills;
Fish scales… added with water, cooked on high heat, then simmered on low to remove impurities… cooled to a gel, can be made into soup or dipped in sugar and peppermint oil for a cold refreshment...
She mistook hunting and captivity for kindness and love.
It turns out, the beautiful crystal palace was a prison for her, and his intense gaze stemmed from a desire to consume flesh and blood!
... better not to think too deeply.
