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He wanted to see who had killed An Xiaotong, but he simply could not. It was like asking someone to find the finest, tiniest grain of sand in a desert—utterly impossible.

The only reason he could see An Xiaotong's death amid the vast sea of possible futures was because she was closely connected to him. After all, he could only see pasts and futures that had a relatively strong connection to himself.

On top of that, the probability of this happening was high, which was why he could see it.

Bai Ye deactivated Time Stop. His vision went black, and he nearly collapsed onto the bed. The feeling that his skull was about to split assaulted him like a raging storm, yet it could not blow away the gloom shrouding his heart.

It took him around ten minutes before he could barely force himself out of bed.

Bai Ye walked out of the room.

An Xiaotong was still sitting on the sofa, looking so vividly alive.

She had her legs curled up, her red silk pajama pants riding up slightly to reveal two fair, smooth calves. Her knees pressed against her chest, half a slice of toast between her teeth, while both hands held a Little White Rabbit cup as she watched television with rapt attention.

A small section of the sofa had sunk beneath her, wrapping her whole body in warmth and softness. The Little White Rabbit cup in her hands rested on her knees, swaying gently with her breathing.

She spotted Bai Ye from the corner of her eye and hurriedly removed the toast from her mouth without drawing attention to it. Acting casual, she said, "You woke up so quickly?"

Bai Ye said nothing. He quietly looked at the lively An Xiaotong before him as the cold