Night, twelve days before Judgment Day.
No wonder they say time spent together is fleeting; with just a casual visit, it seems like a whole day has passed.
In the darkness, Fu Qian felt the softness beneath him, naturally reflecting on life.
What followed was an unprecedentedly severe situation, the Star of Death flashing so brightly it hurt one's eyes.
The usual sense of time was no longer reliable.
It was important to note that the mission began on the 48th, something he had verified with others.
When the hairclip girl asked for the date, she showed no sign of surprise at the answer, "48."
Thus, the boundaries seemed clear, with the hairclip girl advancing time to six o'clock and Lady Trish fast-forwarding directly to the next day.
There were two consecutive examples verifying that terrifying conjecture.
In this special corner, time was no longer supreme, but degraded into an ordinary element shaped by human will.
