"If it had been before, I definitely would have thought anyone buying a fifty-Spirit-Crystal umbrella had something wrong with their head."
Song Qiuying held up the umbrella she had just bought and looked at its canopy.
Faint specks of fluorescence dotted its surface, and she could vaguely see gorgeous bands of colored light, like a splendid starry summer sky—mysterious and irresistibly alluring.
"Didn't you buy one in the end anyway?" Wei Qingzhu said with a smile.
She had chosen a pale blue umbrella. The blue ocean upon it was not a still image, but truly slowly surged. If she listened closely, she could almost hear the sound of waves.
When Bai had made it, she had truly sealed away a stretch of sea inside.
"The main thing is, this isn't just some ordinary umbrella. It's a spiritual artifact." Song Qiuying emphasized, "It even has formations for the environment. I can't feel the cold at all, and even the dampness is gone."
As she spoke, she stretched her hand beyond the umbrella's edge, and her skin was immediately met with wave after wave of rain-soaked chill.
Lin Wanshuang had remained silent all along, looking thoughtful.
"Hey, Wanshuang, what are you thinking about?" Song Qiuying suddenly leaned closer and pressed her rain-soaked palm against Lin Wanshuang's neck.
The sudden chill drew a small cry from Lin Wanshuang. She instinctively stepped back a few paces and tried to remove the hand at her neck, only for Song Qiuying to evade her first.
"Song Qiuying!"
"Hehe, I just saw you spacing out and wanted to remind you."
Song Qiuying said with a grin, clearly not taking her little prank to heart at all.
Lin Wanshuang rolled her eyes and decided not to fuss with her over it.
"What were you thinking about just now?"