Chicheng, Sea of Wishes, a stretch of sand.
Half an hour ago, Tang Mei bought a very beautiful, large conch shell from a small vendor. At this moment, she was playing with it, fully admiring its beauty.
Seeing how much she liked it, Wang Jinhui went to buy another while getting some juice.
Although the pattern was different, it was exceptionally large.
"Thank you, it's really pretty!"
"I'll work on it tonight, and you can hang it in your bedroom," Wang Jinhui said with a smile, and then handed Tang Mei the pear juice.
"No need to work on it, it's good as it is."
"Oh, then okay."
Rejected, Wang Jinhui felt a bit downcast.
All of a sudden, a sea breeze brushed past, tousling Tang Mei's white hair, yet her complexion was very good.
If one only looked at her face, where did she seem to be 65 years old?
Wang Jinhui couldn't understand why he had aged, yet Tang Mei, who was of the same age as him, seemed to have frozen her appearance around 45.
