The day he put on that glove on his left hand, Shen Zuo thought he had grasped his destiny.
Thumb down, time pauses for three seconds - at the cost of holding your breath.
The index finger points out that ten seconds will appear in the future - at the cost of forgetting these ten seconds.
With a flick of the middle finger, misfortune spreads to others - at the cost of suffering for others in their dreams.
He thought he had the rules, until he discovered: Glove didn't care whether he paid the price or not.
Was the death of junior sister an accident, or was it revenge after her destiny was disrupted?
Did the mad alchemist who created the glove three hundred years ago die, or did he become the glove itself?
And why did the mysterious organization that was chasing him say, "What you hold is not your life, but our key"?
Shen Zuo only knew one thing: he couldn't take off his gloves.
Unless you die.
But what he was more afraid of was that he seemed to be... Starting to enjoy this feeling of "holding his life"
