When Lin Sanjiu considered what had happened on that day in retrospect, she couldn’t help wondering if everything would have turned out differently if she had thrust her forehead forward.
However, she knew that the idea of using her forehead to touch his hand was just oversimplifying things. The truth was that she didn’t even dare to move when his finger was pointing at her.
No one was holding her back or restricting her movement, but when she stood in front of Puppeteer, she sensed the underlying aura that the man exuded. She felt as if she was looking at a monster in an abyss, one that hid in a dark mist showing only its silhouette. She was frightened, and her legs turned wobbly by simply looking at him directly.
Lin Sanjiu lost all courage to move.
