The wind left the room. Emily could only see the snow-white painted walls. There was no one behind the sofa anymore.
She maintained her duck-sitting posture, retracted her gaze, and looked down at the pass in her hands.
Emily pinched the pass with her small hands. The material was indeed very special, constantly exuding a cool sensation.
As for the pattern, it was circular on the outside. The interior featured a series of particularly complex, intertwined circuit-like lines. It was unclear what they were meant to express.
Wait, this pass looks so round?!
Emily lifted the pass and discovered it was slightly different from an ordinary circle. She thought about it and decided not to dwell on the pass's roundness.
She jumped off the sofa and ran towards the bedroom, saying, "Katerina, I'm going to change my clothes first."
