"Lin Lin." The little angel hugged his arm, and his long silver hair was entwined with a slight itch. The transparent wings gently stir in the turquoise waters, like a lifebuoy, helping them swim easily and safely to the shore.

With this pair of tiny wings, even if it wasn't on Lorraine's own body, Lorraine felt a strong buoyancy that lifted him up from beneath the water's surface.

The sea gently swells in all directions, rippling with thin ripples.

Soon ashore, the child stood on the grass, and the transparent and beautiful wings were folded.

The long silver hair was wet, snaking down the child's immature and fair shoulder line, and the crystal water droplets dripped down.

Both of them were soaking wet, but fortunately the sun was shining now.

It stands to reason that you won't feel cold—

The hem of his clothes was suddenly pulled by a small hand, Lorraine looked down, the child was standing at his feet, the white and tender little hands pulled the hem of his clothes, and raised his white little face: "Lin Lin, I'm cold." ”

Lorraine glanced up at the sun shining overhead: "It's okay, the sun is big." ”

Having said that, he reached out and hugged Zel.

But the child's hair was too long, and it dragged heavily to the ground.

And because it was wet, it was attached to the fair-skinned little face, and the pointed elf ears came out of the hair more obviously, and the two small white and tender ones made people want to touch them.

The child's small one, white and pure, was wrapped in long silver hair, as if it was sprinkled with moonlight.

Lorraine had no choice but to spread out her five finger combs and help the child separate the locks of hair that were tangled in a ball.

In fact, Zell's hair is very good, even if it is wet and tangled, it still feels soft to the touch, and it is quickly combed smoothly.

After drying on the grass for a while, Lorraine was about to stand up when her wet clothes were almost dry.

Unexpectedly, the child in his arms hung his long eyelashes and did not move, a small and white and tender little body, quietly nestled in his arms, his little head rested on his chest, pursed his red lips, and dozed lazily, as if he was going to fall asleep, his little head swayed, and his long hair brushed the child's white and tender little face.

Lorraine had no choice but to raise her hand and straighten the child's dangling little head and press it on her shoulder.

I guess it's because I consumed spells, but when I don't have enough physical strength, I want to sleep.

Lorraine tied up Zel's long hair, held it in her arms with the child, and then returned home according to the memory of the original owner.

When I got home, it was already night, the night was hazy, and Lorraine copied the trail, so I didn't meet any acquaintances along the way.

Before returning home, he was still very worried about whether something would happen to the original owner's mother.

Although I haven't lived on the bottom of the sea for a long time, I'm afraid of accidents.

Walking to the front of the house, it was quiet inside.

Lorraine held the child in both hands, standing outside the door, the child in his arms was still asleep, his breathing was soft and gentle, his fair little face was close to Lorraine's clothes, and his long silver hair was entangled, as if the moonlight was shining down.

Lorraine freed up a hand to knock on the door.

It took a while to knock before someone came to open the door.

The door opened, and the man inside stood in the darkness, lifeless and limp, looking out: "Who? ……”

The next second, the man's words were stuck in his throat, his eyes widened suddenly, his originally loveless face was full of disbelief, staring at Lorraine tightly, his lips trembled violently, and he was speechless.

The original owner's emotions surged out at once, and Lorraine couldn't help but shout: "Dad." ”