As the singing gradually faded, she gently raised her hand and looked at the pristine white handkerchief in it. Upon the handkerchief was a strange spot of deep crimson—one of her marks.
It recorded the most important transformation of her life.
Any young girl would have been filled with sweetness and bashful shyness at the sight of such a mark, yet Yingying's eyes were full of enormous question marks...
She did not understand why this blood was that color.
She had been hurt before and had seen the color of her own blood. It had been an utterly ordinary red. Her tribespeople had actually found it rather strange. The Merfolk Tribe valued bloodlines above all else. Her mother, the Merfolk Beauty who had stunned the entire Merfolk Tribe, possessed a golden bloodline. The golden bloodline was the noblest bloodline among the merfolk, representing the highest cultivation talent. As her mother's only daughter, how could she have an ordinary bloodline? There was not the slightest trace of gold in it; it was the most ordinary kind imaginable.
Yet tonight, her blood had changed.
There were three colors within it: normal red, along with abnormal gold and silver. Silver formed the border, gold the veins, and red the background. A single drop of blood seemed to form a painting all on its own, beautiful as a dream, as illusion-like as fantasy.
Could it be that she had never truly been ordinary? That her uniqueness simply required meeting the right person before she could become her true self?
Lin Su walked upon the waves. Reaching the edge of the Western Sea, he was about to tear through the air and depart when he suddenly stopped.
He quietly looked at a small boat by the Western Sea shore.
It was a boat that