The lock cylinder made a faint "click" as it turned in the keyhole, and before the door was even pushed open, Feng Mu could already picture the scene outside—a silhouette of a person standing at the door with their fingers resting on the handle.
The image constructed from "hearing" was purely black and white, lacking color, and it looked... somewhat like a figure walking out of an aged black-and-white memorial photo, mechanically turning the door lock from outside.
It seemed slightly eerie, and Feng Mu felt a bit unsettled for a moment.
Until—
The door made a faint creaking sound as it opened inward.
Then, the black-and-white memorial photo seemed to have instantly been splashed with vibrant and rich colors. Light and shadow became soft and natural, skin gained a healthy hue, and clothes restored to their original colors.
It was as if someone had walked out of the black-and-white photo and suddenly been injected with life, arriving vividly in front of him.
