The couple eventually returned to the hotel.
There was no helping it; Wang Lei had snatched the conch first and no matter what Jiang Lan said, he refused to give it to her. In a fit of anger, he took the conch back to the hotel, and Jiang Lan, still hopeful, followed him back.
Now, it was likely that the villa was about to become a scene of chaos.
He Qing stayed on the beach, gazing at the endless sea, stretching out her toes and tentatively stepping into the water.
—Just before, after Jiang Lan had gotten hold of the conch, she clearly saw something emerging from the sea.
It was like a fish, idly moving through the shallow water, seemingly wanting to approach Jiang Lan. But it seemed to sense Wang Lei's presence and hesitated without making a move.
That thing, with her eyesight, she could only vaguely make out a dark figure, about two meters long. It was slim and elongated, but it was uncertain whether it was a fish or a snake.
