The water in the bucket grew more and more turbulent.
The river clam, pristine as top-grade white jade, tumbled up and down in the water like a boiling water lily. When Zhou Haoran hastily carried it downstairs, it seemed to have opened the lid on its own, opening and closing a few times and spinning in small circles at the bottom, as if at a loss.
However, the panic was only momentary. As Zhou Haoran set the bucket down in the shade of the trees below, the clam slowly calmed down with the smoothing waves. It had no idea why Zhou Haoran had brought it out, assuming this was just some strange prank among the boys, wanting to toss it away or something. So after making sense of the situation, it didn't seem too worried.
After all, it was just a shell. With Mu Hanmo there, it could always return, simply losing a bit more or less of its vitality.
