The town seemed to have paused with the glowing of the first symbol of the sun located on the mysterious sundial.
Those writhing hands of transparent white froze like ice statues stained with speckles of red.
Ten seconds.
Twenty-five seconds.
In a dangerous situation filled with the unknown, even the passing of a few seconds felt like the flow of hours gone by.
Feeling uneasy with this strange setting Xin Yue clung her body closer to the young man. Slender digits holding onto the fabric of his clothes saturated with the warmth of his temperature.
Just as the young lady released a small sigh of relief, a moving figure appeared beside Xiao Fanyu.
