In her eyes, the entire room began to rewind in time.
Light traversed the swirling gray dust, all the mycelium started to grow backward, the piano keys moved in reverse, and the furniture returned to their original positions.
"Why is she just standing still?" A Tuner outside the door asked.
"Miss Bai's mind ability, don't disturb her."
In the eyes of the two Tuners, the room looked no different from before, still presenting an appearance of gray decay.
Bai Nian'an stood in place.
Her mind was filled with countless memories that did not belong to her.
The warmth in front of the fireplace, the joy of completing a piece of art, the praise from peers, the smile of a kindergarten teacher.
The scenes of two men during their childhood in a foster home flashed before Bai Nian'an's eyes like flowing light, quickly passing by.
