Prince Eric would never forget that girl's face.
The amnesiac girl he had picked up from the shore.
"Why? Why was she there?"
He had never expected to see the amnesiac girl again in this scene. Turbulent waves rose in his heart, far greater than the pitch-black waves in the Crystal Ball.
He saw that the girl in the Crystal Ball had the same graceful figure and beautiful face she had today. The difference was that her lower body was not the slender human legs she now possessed, but a beautiful, light fish tail adorned with pearls and seashells, swaying nimbly amid the raging waves.
"This... this is?"
The prince trembled, unable to speak. His gaze fixed on the little mermaid's face in the Crystal Ball, on that unforgettable face branded deep into his soul.
How many times had it been? How many times had he taken that girl to watch the sunrise and sunset?
Behind them had either been a brilliant crimson dawn or a blood-red sunset, the sunlight near the horizon stretching their shadows long.
How many times had it been? How many times had he given that girl costly garments woven from silk and gauze, holding her hand as they walked through the palace corridors?
Everyone who saw the way she walked could not help turning back to praise her. It was the most graceful bearing they had ever seen in their lives, so light that it did not seem like a human walking upon the earth, but like a fish dancing through water—just as the prince had seen her today when she was still in the sea.
He remembered that day when the girl had stood alone at the center of the Royal Palace Hall, gently lifting her chin to reveal her slender neck before singing