She stomped down mercilessly, and everyone watched in horror as the exquisitely delicate light purple conch was crushed under He Qing's foot, their eyelids twitching by the audacity of her direct and forceful action.
The living room suddenly fell silent as a tomb.
He Qing dusted off her hands and said to the stunned villa owner, "When those two wake up, if they want to cause trouble, let them come find me. It's already the middle of the night; everyone should get some rest."
As she spoke, a smile played at the corners of her mouth, and she ascended the stairs unhurriedly.
"Oh, right," He Qing paused at the stairwell and added, "Help clean up that broken conch, thanks."
Only after her figure had disappeared did intermittent sighs echo from downstairs, interspersed with mixed discussions that sounded half genuine, half fake: "…the way those two fought over that conch, I thought it was some treasure!"
