But how did the Female Master suddenly learn to say these things?
The last bed that Selene Kane had meticulously made was covered in white bedding, neatly folded.
The entire bed was so clean it looked like no one had ever lain there.
The two of them stayed in the basement for a whole day, from early dawn till nightfall.
Only when the last trace of sunset was swallowed by the night did they reluctantly crawl out slowly.
Zane was born with a love for the sea; the ocean water felt as natural to him as breathing.
Just a touch of the salty, refreshing sea water,
and every cell in his body seemed to cheer.
But Selene was a terrestrial female, inherently considering herself human, accustomed to ways entirely different from the ocean.
She couldn't do without freshwater, always feeling that only warm water washing over her skin could truly wash away fatigue.
So, she didn't let Zane follow her, gently patted his hand, shook her head with a smile, and wobbled back home.
