The next day, I felt lighter in my body.

I hummed a little tune while looking at myself in the mirror and brushing my teeth. However, I noticed a few black and gray shiny specks on my face.

I couldn't help but take a closer look at what they were. It seemed like a few fish scales.

I reluctantly pulled off those fish scales. It hurt a bit and there was a trace of blood.

I inwardly cursed my wife for taking it too far this time. She actually used super glue to stick them on me. It really hurt when I pulled them off. I threw those fish scales directly into the toilet and flushed them away with the water.

With a few small wounds, I finally went to the stall.

"Darling, you went too far this time," I said resentfully while looking at my wife. But I didn't know if she was still mad at me for asking her to change clothes yesterday, as she completely ignored me.

She turned her back to me and went about her own business. I grabbed her and showed her my face. The small bloodied cuts on my face finally made her unable to hold back.

"What happened to your face?" she asked.

"Why are you asking me? Darling, stop pretending. It was my fault for asking you to change clothes yesterday, but you shouldn't prank me like this," I said, feeling annoyed. Then I busied myself, leaving her there with a pouting face.

But this time, I was truly angry. I didn't pay any attention to her the whole day, and she didn't say a word to me. It was the first time we had such a long silent treatment.

Little did I expect that this matter was not yet over.

On the following day, I found even more scales on my face, and they even appeared on my body.

I realized something was wrong and panicked.

I opened the bathroom door and saw my wife holding things, apparently planning to go back to her parents' house.

I panicked and immediately grabbed her hand.

"Darling, my...my face. No, my body..." I stammered incoherently, not knowing where to start.

Seeing me in this state, my wife dropped the things in her hand, trembling, and touched the fish scales on my face.

Then, as if the fish scales were burning hot, she quickly pulled her hand back in fright.

Her eyes were filled with fear. She shrank back and burst into tears:

"I told you not to kill that fish, but you didn't listen. Now, look at what happened. What should we do? What should we do?"

I was stunned by her words. A fish?

It suddenly dawned on me that I was slowly turning into a fish. That's why I felt lighter and more agile.

I stomped my foot, holding my head in despair and regret.

"Ah, it's all my fault," I said. My grandpa and my dad had warned me before. I thought they were just stories about ghosts and demons.

Now, I deeply regretted it. But there was nothing I could do. It turns out the saying is true: not listening to the advice of the elderly leads to regret.