On the seventh day at the end of winter, the temperature plummeted to minus seventy degrees.
My childhood sweetheart Lin Xuerou, who was once a gentle and protective person, is now nestled in the arms of a rich second generation, pushing me off the rooftop with her own hands.
"Ye Chen, you loser is only worthy of being a stepping stone."
The moment I fell, I awakened the ability to control time.
Time goes back to the moment before the apocalypse broke out.
This time, Lin Xuerou was still angry about my "slowness".
And she will never know-
Shen Yue behind me not only held the spiritual spring space, but the eyes she looked at me were even more astonishingly bright.
