Bernice is the youngest mermaid princess in the Kingdom of the Deep Sea. Growing up listening to stories about mermaids, she is full of yearning for beauty that is easily disillusioned like a bubble of love. Of course, what she longed for more was that beautiful and legendary land and that handsome prince.
Finally one day, she found the prince Harmony in her heart...
He was extremely gentle to her, but he used the magic of her blood to become engaged to the princess.
She left the ocean for him and finally got him, but in such a cruel way...
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This child, her favorite daughter in the world, the only memory left to her by the man she loved deeply, finally did not struggle in pain like her, and was desperate and crazy in missing her. It doesn't matter if you are young, my child. You who have forgotten everything are at least so happy.
She said that it was something made up by humans to deceive themselves and others, and humans are just our husbands and food. This is fate.
This is fate.
As soon as the word "fate" came out, Bernice felt something break deep in her head. She suddenly realized that what was broken was her seal, and what followed were countless happy or cruel, sad fragments of being with him. Bernice bid farewell to the woman in black and swam towards the sea valley. There are also different depths at the bottom of the sea. It is the deepest and most distant silent place in the entire ocean, or it is also the quietest place in the entire world.
The deep blue water obliterated everything. Only here, the people of the mermaid are no longer scattered; only here, there is only her alone in the whole world.
She huddled up on the lonely bottom of the sea and gently called that person's name.
Harmony.
Harmony... Just reading this name makes me feel that the whole world has nothing to do with me. The yearning for land, the expectation for "Prince Charming", the joy of meeting you, falling in love and staying together... And finally killing each other. All this finally became my lifelong dream.
It's so quiet. The quicksand on the bottom of the sea and the surrounding seaweed all contain the tranquility of ancient times, the tranquility of death. The rock hugged her extremely tightly, as if there was no way forward.
Bernice gently closed her dark blue eyes, and the waves in her eyes were flowing, reflecting the desolate world, like tears.
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