Zhang Zian looked up and saw that everything around him was still, but covered with a layer of misty gray.
The little girl ran to the pet store's entrance and maintained her posture of pushing the door.
The pale otaku girl hovered near the pet shop door and hesitated.
The frowning expressions of the two boys who were talking about Xiuxian's novels had frozen expressions on their faces.
The policewoman had just pushed the wheelchair out of the carriage, but it was not enough time for the disabled girl to sit on it.
The exhaust of the bus was diffused around the exhaust port and hadn't dispersed yet.
Pedestrians, vehicles, birds, mosquitoes... even the wind remained still.
Everything froze except for Zhang Zian himself, four cats, a bird and monkey, and a mute disabled girl.
Of course, there was also Zhuang Xiaodie standing in front of him. Her gorgeous Chinese costume looked even more gorgeous in this gray world.
