I closed my eyes as tears streamed down my cheeks, transforming into a few brilliant pearls before tumbling into Silas' palm. He froze for a split second, then pulled me into his arms. "Annie, why are you crying?" he asked, his voice edged with panic. "Are you feeling sick?"Every word dripped with affection, completely sincere. And yet, barely an hour ago, he had been wrapped around another woman, lost in passion. The image surged in my mind, and nausea hit me instantly. I shoved Silas aside, then rushed to the bathroom, retching over the sink. He hurried after me, patted my back, and handed me a glass of water. "What's wrong? Are you sick?""I'm fine. It's probably something I ate. I just want to lie down for a while," I replied with a wry smile. With that, I returned to the bedroom. From there, I could hear the guests talking about me, their voices laced with envy. One commented, "I heard mermaids can't stay on land for too long, or they'll dry out and die. How is Luna
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