"You must have been very lonely all these years,"
After Shao Zifeng conveyed this sentence, the Ice Horned Whale suddenly stopped moving.
In the sunless deep sea, its filmy fins drifted with the water, emitting a hazy halo.
Shao Zifeng maintained the stance of pressing against its forehead, with both hands and head soaked in the icy seawater.
The scene looked quite beautiful.
But the Ice Horned Whale's prolonged silence made Zifeng feel somewhat trapped; he was almost out of breath, yet the Ice Horned Whale still didn't move.
Would it get upset if he withdrew his hands abruptly?
As Shao Zifeng's thoughts ran wild, the Ice Horned Whale gently freed itself from his grasp.
Silently, it turned away as its filmy tail brushed against Shao Zifeng's face, and its shape quickly dissolved into the darkness.
"Hey, Ice Horned Whale,"
Shao Zifeng watched blankly in the direction where the Ice Horned Whale had disappeared, water constantly dripping from his hair.
