1657 Buried Together

Silver buried An'an with Bluepool's head, thinking that she would be happier this way.

Even though there wasn't such a thing as erecting a headstone in the sea, Silver still pressed a flat huge rock on top to prevent the corpses from being dug out by fishes.

The silver merman leaned against the rock and gently caressed it, his actions so gentle it was as if he was caressing his beloved woman. Traces of tears kept accumulating in his cold eyes, slipping down one by one.

He truly regretted it. It was him who had severed the thriving development of his tribe. Even though the little female could let them regain their prosperity, that female who liked to try to bite him would never appear again.

Since he was a kid, he loved circling her. In order to get closer to her, he had worked hard to train his body and strove to rush to the frontmost position of the school of fish in order to get a chance to get near her.