At this moment, a woman suddenly called out to her and reminded her kindly, "Zhizhi, you dropped your seaweed."
Yu Zhizhi came back to her senses and looked down expressionlessly. Then, she slowly picked up the seaweed and walked home silently.
"Hey, are you not gathering seafood anymore?!"
No matter how the auntie called out to her, she remained silent as if she had lost her soul.
After getting on the shore, a chill hit her as the sea breeze blew. The girl trembled uncontrollably. Then, she looked down at her equally drenched feet in a daze and muttered to herself again, "If only it was me…"
The auntie, who was not far away, shook her head regretfully. "What a nice girl. But she seemed to have lost her soul recently. How pitiful…"
