"I'd even picked out a serial number for you. But later, a senior reminded me, 'Those who tamper with fate, who play with time, never meet a good end. Everything should return to its original, rightful state.'"
Wen Yan watched Little Mustache, who didn't rush to rewind time further. The man's eyes were beginning to show a hint of lucid madness. That was what a standard player should be like, Wen Yan mused. Unafraid of death, and even in death, determined to drag you down with them.
Little Mustache could rewind successfully, but it only affected his own body. This told Wen Yan that Little Mustache had been right: he was now Little Mustache's only anchor.
