However, this time, her attempt came up empty.
"Huh?"
He Qing let out a perplexed sound. With her speed, she was usually agile and precise. How could she have missed so easily? Could it be that she hadn't aimed properly?
The tide came in a flash and retreated just as quickly. The light purple shade rose and fell within the waves and was soon swept farther away by the tide.
Seeing this, He Qing didn't bother to ponder any longer, hurriedly stepped forward, and gently hooked her hand through the pale blue seawater.
This time, she indeed touched the smooth surface of the conch. However, she saw the light purple conch, about the size of a palm, spin a circle in the palm of her hand, and then, following the waves, it returned to the sea.
"Hey, I refuse to believe this!"
He Qing stood straight, watching as the conch was already withdrawing into deeper water. Holding the hem of her long skirt, she hesitated for a moment.
