Compared to her excitement just moments ago, Xia Yuxun's mood had gradually calmed down. She lay weakly on the railing, murmuring, "Yes, I was too naive, I deserve this outcome. Not every ugly duckling in fairy tales can become a white swan."
The man leaned against the railing, resting his chin in his hand, and looked at her sorrowful profile, consoling softly, "Andersen said, if you are a swan's egg, then it doesn't matter if you're born on a duck farm. You just haven't discovered your true value yet."
Xia Yuxun tugged at the corner of her mouth, "You're really good at comforting people."
Looking at the undulating sea before her, Xia Yuxun's expression became misty as if she'd fallen into some sort of illusion, murmuring, "Swan's egg... Tonight's experiences only remind me of that poor little mermaid...
I remember there's a passage in the book...