"Our crystals are different colors?" Lin Dalong pointed out with a question.
"Do you know what red means?" Bai Shuixian asked as she removed the projection.
Shaking his head, Lin Dalong answered, "No."
"Like how black is associated with destruction and white is with death, red stands for luck, joy, and happiness," Bai Shuixian told him.
"It seems that though I am in constant danger, my life is blessed with luck," Lin Dalong remarked happily, completely believing her words as though it came from a god.
"Indeed," Bai Shuixian agreed, not bothering to talk about her crystal.
However, even though she had the intention to not speak more about herself, Lin Dalong seemed to pay attention to her a lot.
"That's strange…" Lin Dalong muttered in confusion remembering her crystal.
"What's strange?" Bai Shuixian questioned.