A few days later, he discovered the reason for the anomaly.
—The little goldfish was ill.
Since he awoke, she grew weaker by the day.
Like a quickly withering flower, wilting and fading, eventually with breath as faint as a whisper, lying in his arms, her skin as pale as snow, almost transparent, her body so lightweight it seemed as if it never existed...
Milton Bryce sat beside them, silently wiping away tears.
Aaron Ray stared blankly at her in his arms, feeling a sudden loss, as if his dream was shattered, suddenly like a child, not knowing what to do...
His hands trembled uncontrollably, and in a hoarse voice, he said, "Don't die… I love you…"
She opened her eyes slightly, a faint smile on her face, "I won't die, you said it yourself, I'm a fairy… Fairies don't die…"
Milton Bryce couldn't bear it any longer and burst into tears, "She has to save you! She used all the fish's blood on you! Why didn't I stop her?!!"
Milton Bryce cried regretfully.
