The door slowly opened, and the sound of the second hand moving rang in Luo Dong's ears as he stood, leaning against the doorframe, staring blankly at everything before him.
The small room was filled with all kinds of clocks, each dial resembling a human face, or more precisely, it seemed that every clock represented a person.
Luo Dong didn't dare to step inside immediately, gripping the doorframe; he glanced backward at his surroundings.
From the outside, this door looked no different from the others, except that it didn't have a number plaque hanging around it. Having lived in the Changcheng Residential Area for so long, Luo Dong of course knew that each door number corresponded to a date, the most important date for the homeowner. For instance, the number on his own door was the day he met his wife.
"Where have I walked to? The end of the future?"
