The door slowly swung open, and the ticking of a second hand sounded in his ears. Luo Dong held on to the doorframe, staring blankly at everything before him.
The small room was hung with all kinds of clocks. Every clock face looked like a human face—or, more accurately, every clock seemed to represent a person.
Luo Dong did not dare go straight in. Gripping the doorframe, he glanced back at his surroundings.
From the outside, this door looked much like all the others, except that there was no door number mounted anywhere around it. Having survived in the Changcheng Residential Complex for so long, Luo Dong naturally knew that every door number corresponded to a date—the most important date to the house owner. His own room, for instance, bore the date he had met his wife.
"Where have I ended up? At the end of the future?"
Physical pain could no longer break Luo Dong. He gently touched his chest over his heart, then entered the room and closed the door.
In this room filled with clocks, time was no longer silently counted by the divine spirit. Tick, tick, tick. With every movement of the hands, fate tilted toward the abyss. Each person's life was made manifest before Luo Dong.
"Did I find this place myself? Or did that voice in my heart guide me here?" Two days earlier, Luo Dong had encountered Gao Ming, who had said some strange things to him. He had not understood them at the time, but whatever Gao Ming asked of him, he would do everything he could to accomplish it without question, because Gao Ming had saved him and his family.
Moving forward slowly, Luo Dong strained to hear the call within his heart. Gradually, only a single ticking sound remained in