After the antique shop closed, only the old wall clock on the wall was still running in vain. The sound seemed particularly empty in the store filled with clutter, as if counting down to some invisible countdown.
Lin Ye sat on a small bench in the corner, holding a brass pocket watch in his hand.
He pulled this out from a pile of scrap metal a month ago. The boss, Fatty Wang, scolded him for a long time and said he was a waste of time, but Lin Ye still secretly stayed. He loves this stuff. It's heavy, with the texture of time pressing on your body. The blue steel hands on the dial have been rusted and covered with a layer of mist, as if time has been frozen.
