Xu Qingyan stared at her for quite a while, zoned out for a few seconds, and then subconsciously offered the shell in his hand.
"I don't want it."
"Oh." Xu Qingyan pocketed it.
Pei Muchan: "....."
The wind was howling, and waves from the sea came crashing in, heavy like a mountain-smashing axe hitting the shore. A seven or eight-meter-high spray exploded suddenly, prompting a chorus of screams.
"Have you seen the trending topic?" She stood next to Xu Qingyan, coughed to clear her throat, and asked.
The wind was so loud it deafened; he responded with an "Ah?" as if he hadn't heard her clearly.
Pei Muchan pursed her lips, her gaze surreptitiously sweeping over the others, noticing no one looking their way. She then leaned slightly towards him, moving closer to his ear, and raised her voice.
"Have you seen the trending topic?"
Familiar fragrance wafted through the air, only to be swept away by the fierce wind the next second.
"Hmm?"
