Ruan Yuxia followed far behind Dong Shuai, never getting close.
I wanted to get closer, but I was also worried about the consequences of stopping Dong Shuai early.
Every movie about time travel brought up how changing the past affected the present, followed by one high-minded paradox after another. Most of the past I'd changed had been very recent: something that had happened a day or two earlier, or even just a few minutes before. That meant the effects on reality were limited, affecting only a few people. Even so, whether I saved someone or accidentally caused their death, it was no small matter.
Now, stopping Dong Shuai in advance could cause a butterfly effect far beyond anything I could imagine.
I didn't know whether it was right or wrong.
Part of it was that I hadn't seen the two victims yet—not Chen Yiqian or Zhang Rou. At this point, I didn't hate Dong Shuai enough for that.
Ruan Yuxia didn't dare approach Dong Shuai, but she followed him everywhere.
Dong Shuai read several classics at the library. Just as Wu Ling had guessed, some were Eastern tales of the supernatural, while others were medieval Western literature. He didn't seem to be reading them carefully. Instead, he appeared to be looking for something in the books, flipping through them quickly and occasionally taking out his phone to search for something.
Ruan Yuxia was too far away from Dong Shuai. The range in which I could move was limited, too, so I couldn't get close enough to see what he was reading.
But Ruan Yuxia didn't seem ready to give up.
She followed Dong Shuai for several days. Her feelings were complicated. Maybe she didn't even really understand what she was doing.
Over the weekend, Dong Shuai went to a wholesale