Ainsley picks up all kinds of seafood, including starfish and crabs. She also picked up sea snails.
Manuel walked up to Ainsley with a bucket in one hand and said. "Reach out."
"What?" Ainsley looked at him in confusion.
"Reach out your hand," Manuel spoke once more.
Ainsley reached her hand out, ready to withdraw it.
Manuel placed his hand in a fist on her palm. A cold object landed in her palm.
It was a seashell.
"I picked it up."
Ainsley looked at the pink and rippled shell.
"It's so pretty." She put the shell in her pocket.
Not far away, Serina was overlooking and saw Manuel and Ainsley together from a distance.
The two were standing on the beach. The sunlight descended a little, and the orange color sprinkled on them. Looking at Manuel and Ainsley, she thought of the various beautiful descriptions in the novels she used to read.