After Turning into a Fish, I Learned How to Be Human

After Gu Youzhi died, her soul floated in midair as she watched her family scatter her ashes into the sea.

On the cruise ship, her younger cousin was so excited, whether from joy or grief, that her hands were shaking. Before she could even begin scattering the ashes, the urn fell into the water.

Her younger male cousin cried out and scolded her: "How could you be so careless? The country says you can't just throw garbage wherever you want. What kind of garbage does an urn count as? Do you know?"

Her cousin said, "I don't know. What do we do? Can we fish it out?"

He replied, "Fish it out my ass. Let's go home!"

"..."

Gu Youzhi's heart and soul sank to the bottom of the sea along with her ashes.

When she opened her eyes again, she had become a fish, kept in a fishbowl barely bigger than a person's palm.

She could become human again only after collecting one hundred sincere little hearts from the outside world.

So every living creature became someone she had to win over.

Bo Yan realized that the fish he'd recently brought home seemed to be growing a mind of its own.

Whenever it saw him, it would smile with narrowed eyes and wag its tail furiously, even more enthusiastically than a puppy.

The funniest thing was that it would even press kisses against the glass to play with him.

Whenever he called, it would wake right up, even if it had been dozing, and give him a kiss.

It was unbearably cute.

Bo Yan's friends noticed he had been acting strangely lately and was always too busy to go out. They suspected he had a girlfriend, so they sneaked into his place to investigate. When they opened the door, they found him leaning over a fish and calling, "Kisses, kisses."

His friend cursed him out: "I've asked you to go bar-hopping with me over and over, and you always refuse. So instead you're hitting on a fish at home!"

One night, Bo Yan stepped out of the bathroom after his shower and found a woman had suddenly appeared on the sofa.

Her hair was long, black, and dripping wet. Her skin glistened, smooth and slick. She stared at the towel he'd hurriedly wrapped around himself, her expression cool and her voice lazy. "Why cover up? It's not like I haven't seen it before."

Theme: Being a fish is hard, but being human is harder.