Unending darkness… An endless slumber.
When Xiao Lin reopened his eyes, the dazzling sunlight forced him to narrow his eyes. He wanted to sit up, but felt a soreness all over his entire body. It was so painful that he did not even dare to move his fingers. He quickly recovered his blurry memories. Asabanor and himself being trapped in the river of time, as well as the strange dream he had when he was on the brink of death. In the end, he met the old dean before appearing where he was.
Thinking about that, Xiao Lin could not help but sigh emotionally. That admission letter had actually been given to hum by himself; he just never expected it would be in that method. He did not know what a crossroads in time was, so it could be some power the old dean had. As for that mysterious voice, it could only be himself, his future self. Only, those things would only be known by him in the future.
