The passage of time always seems intangible, staring deliberately at the clock, one only feels time's crawl. For example, during schooldays, the brief forty-five minutes, the duration of a single game, felt as if it stretched for a century.
Yet now, time sped by extremely fast, only within the span of a breath or a blink of an eye.
Unbeknownst to when it happened, the sky had already sunk into complete darkness, with the round moon precisely opposite the window, scattering haphazard moonlight, so beautiful it seemed not of this world.
Yu Yanshen's gaze slid over the window for a moment, narrowing his eyes and leaning back in the chair.
"Hmm…no more laughing."
Yao Qing, when angry, could do anything; perhaps she really would stop, and he still wanted to listen.
He might as well listen to one for sixty years in the future, since he wouldn't live that long anyway.
