Zhou Yutong stood on the edge of the rooftop and glanced down. On the thirty-second floor, the people below looked like ants and the cars looked like matchboxes. Her calves were trembling, not because she was afraid of heights, but because she was afraid of the person standing behind her.
"Wanqing... What are you doing?" Zhou Yutong's voice changed. She wanted to turn around, but her neck was as stiff as a steel bar and she couldn't turn.
"No, why is Liu Bei so handsome?"
"Guan Yu? How did you become Guan Yu?"
Zhang Fei's eyes widened:
"You two have also traveled through time?"
"The three of us have traveled through time!?"
