"That's called a cover, thank you." Qhianqhian looked speechless.
Rashal awkwardly flipped open the book and continued reading.
Qhianqhian picked up her phone to text Qin Nuan, only to find there was no signal: "Huh? Where's the signal?" She looked at the bartender, "Do you have a signal jammer here?"
The bartender was taken aback, then looked at what Qhianqhian was holding and suddenly nodded in realization.
"Alright." Qhianqhian put her phone back in her bag and saw Rashal had finished reading and was looking at her intently.
"Why are you looking at me? This is something you have to understand on your own; just close your eyes and feel it, all sorts of feelings, just messing around with your senses." Qhianqhian sat calmly in her chair.
"But... the problem is, the only thing we can perceive is one color..." Rashal didn't even close his eyes and just stared blankly at Qhianqhian.
"What color? Didn't the book say?" Qhianqhian looked baffled at the person sitting on the floor.
