After walking for a while, Mao Feiyang suddenly said, "Hey, looks like we've arrived!"
In the distance, there appeared a door, that rusty, stairwell-exit door.
This was the very path he took when he left.
Mao Feiyang walked up to the door and tried to push it, but it wouldn't budge.
"You just need to pull it inward," Lin Yi reminded him.
"I know I have to pull it inward now," Mao Feiyang said. "Next time, remind me earlier."
"Wasn't I worried about the time paradox?"
"A door that's been here for hundreds of years; whether you push it forward or pull it back to open it, what's that got to do with a time paradox?" Mao Feiyang was speechless.
But Mao Feiyang's words suddenly seemed to spark some inspiration in Lin Yi's mind, tracing an arc in his thoughts...
Time...
Hundreds of years right here...
What's the connection...
Unaffected by time...
