Don't Underestimate Clam Girls

An'an thought she had spoken that earth-shaking confession aloud, but in truth, it had merely stirred once in her throat, too faint even for her own ears to catch.

She was both shy and angry at herself for being such a coward. It was just one confession—why could she not say it?

Qin Yi had no idea she had said anything at all. He merely sat by her bedside and reached out to touch her forehead, then quickly realized what he was doing and mocked himself. "I forgot. Your condition isn't some mortal cold or illness. I still have some mortal habits..."

An'an simply blinked her large eyes at him, feeling somewhat helpless.

This man—wasn't he all that with everyone else? He had not even bothered hiding anything during those wild outdoor battles, so why was he such a gentleman with her? Go on, touch me. Would I blame you?

Qin Yi had already changed from checking her temperature to probing her with divine sense. When it reached An'an's spiritual platform, even he could not help but be astonished.

Such dense Water Spirit Power filled her entire Sea of Souls. Other people's soul "seas" were merely a figure of speech, meaning their minds were as broad and boundless as the ocean. But An'an's seemed to be a real sea, truly formed from water elements. Below lay endless rolling waves, while above hung water mist like droplets.

The moment divine sense entered, it immediately felt as though it had been immersed in a water bath, enveloped in a muddled, melting softness. It was gentle and comfortable, seeping into the soul. Something seemed to be permeating and nourishing her, replenishing the dryness. All exhaustion was swept clean within that embrace, leaving behind only languid indolence.

An'an herself truly seemed like an Innate