Time Reflects the Moon

In an antique watch shop in a heavy rain, the Breitling clock in the window suddenly spun counterclockwise. Jiang Linxue looked at the ice crystal blood beads seeping out of her palms, and grabbed the brass astrolabe the moment Shen Jin pushed the door open. The divination results showed that this man covered in sand and ashes would have his own sword piercing his throat in seventeen days. "Repair the watch?" Lu Qingwu lowered his white wrist from the attic, the thread of fate flickering in the shadow. In the gilded floor-to-ceiling mirror at her feet, Jiang Linxue, dressed in black, was writing on the mirror with blood: Kill the sword holder. At this moment, no one noticed that there were seven suspended copper lamps parked outside the window, with Tokoyami's vague smiling face appearing on the lampshades. Rain washed over the glass, twisting the star trails into the shape of a cage.