His hands lay flat on his knees, the icy satin of the Wedding Garment draped over his body. The sensation traveled from his fingertips, like a piece of rotten flesh that had been stored in an ice cellar for decades.
The flow of time throughout the room seemed to have turned viscous—the candle flame on the table was frozen between light and shadow, dust hung suspended in the air without falling, and even his own breathing had become slow and heavy.
"Thump... thump..."
A faint, irregular heartbeat quietly sounded beside his ears, yet Ji Li clearly no longer had a heart.
Before the ancient, bizarre dressing table, the person in the mirror was himself, yet not entirely himself.
The bloodstained, tattered Wedding Garment did belong to Ji Li's body, but the face reflected in the mirror was Time Ghost's pale Bride face.
A chilly light flickered deep within its hollow eye sockets.
Whether it was an illusion or not, the blood-red color of the bridal gown constantly shifted between rich and faint, as though symbolizing something bizarre and twisted.
The Ghost Heart had entered Time Ghost's body. There was no doubt about that; he had successfully stirred up a variable.
Yet he had not encountered any of the possibilities he had expected.
Instead, there was the weightless sensation of his soul being pulled away...
Ji Li raised his head and looked into the mirror. The most chilling thing was those eyes.
They were open, staring straight at the groom outside the mirror.
The black and white of its eyes were distinct, its gaze sinister and cold, steeped in venomous resentment as it locked onto him.
One man and one ghost, their eyes met.
Time inside and outside the mirror seemed to freeze at that instant. Ji Li did not move.