Black-clad Qiao An stared at Luo Qiu in horror without saying a word.
In fact, the last time she had carried Paul away right in front of him, she had already been somewhat afraid of this young man's gaze—What year is it over there now?
This should have been her greatest secret, so how had this young man found out about it? He even seemed to know about the ring.
"You... could it be that you are also..." Black-clad Qiao An's mind immediately pointed toward the only answer she could understand.
"Me?" Luo Qiu shook his head. "I've always been from this side. At least for now, I haven't left this place."
"Then how did you..." Black-clad Qiao An looked astonished.
He was the sort of person who was easy to believe. Instinctively, black-clad Qiao An did not feel that he was lying.
Luo Qiu simply said, "Just like the ring in your hand. Since something like this exists, isn't it normal for some other things that don't quite conform to common sense to exist as well?"
Black-clad Qiao An frowned, but continued to keep her distance from Luo Qiu.
"Could I take a look at the ring?" Luo Qiu suddenly asked.
Black-clad Qiao An was startled and immediately stepped backward.
But Luo Qiu said, "Miss Qiao An, don't you want to know why the ring can't be used right now?"
"You... you just want to take it from me," black-clad Qiao An said with a slight tremble. Yet at that very moment, her palm stretched out against her will.
Her tightly clenched hand slowly opened, exposing the ring held in her palm. Clearly, this was not black-clad Qiao An's intention.
Her body was no longer under her control, and she became even more terrified. The degree of her fear