113 I Can't Give Up On Him

Cecilia’s POV

The river, which had been flowing peacefully in the darkness, suddenly started bubbling on the surface.

“Pop, pop—”

“Pop, pop—”

“Pop, pop—”

As the first bubble burst, more followed, and soon dozens of little fish with glowing red bodies emerged from the water. They circled around the small wooden boat, leaving red ripples in the deep green waters.

The fish kept a cautious distance but would occasionally brush against the boat, like butterflies fluttering around a flower.

“What... what are those things?” I asked in shock, pointing at the strange fish.

Ulysses moved from the front of the boat to my side. He frowned as he gazed at the glowing red fish, staying silent for a moment before saying, “I’ve never seen creatures like these, but something about them feels oddly familiar.”