Yi Donglai leaned against the wall, bringing a cigarette to his mouth with trembling hands. He lit the cigarette and took a deep drag.0

He coughed violently, likely because it had been a long time since his last smoke.0

After a few seconds of coughing, he wiped the tears off his cheeks and looked at Li Huowang.0

“No, I can’t trust you. What you’re saying doesn’t make sense—not in this world and not in that other world you keep talking about. There’s no proof the timeline resets, except for your words. What if you’re...0