Chapter 130

Elara thoughtfully said to the merman, "We're almost done. Please hold it in for a while more. Okay?" He replied with a grunt. He pressed against the back of her hand until she moved him away. To make it quick, she quickly wrapped the bandage around the wound. The merman slid down from her body due to the pain. It clutched the edge of the tub weakly. His slender fingers turned pale from holding on too lightly. They lose their strength again and again, slipping away each time. He started calling her name softly. It sounded breathy and laced with emotion. He spoke until his voice was hoarse and reduced to a faint whimper. His pale arm slid down the pristine porcelain and hung limply outside the tub. He lay weakly in the water, his delicate rib cage rising and falling in uneven, ragged breaths like a dying white swan. He bit down on his lips unconsciously as if using pain to resist this unfamiliar sensation. His beautiful, thin lips were flushed a deep red, nearly bleeding. Like an