Gradually approaching, the once hasty and chaotic footsteps became increasingly sluggish.
A shy blush appeared on the tender, pale face.
She did not speak.
Just holding with both hands, she handed a handmade delicate chain to Frogon.
Reaching out to take the necklace, Frogon gazed at the charming girl before him.
He opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something.
Yet at this moment, the world seemed to have pressed the pause button.
Snowflakes being blown down and swaying threads of flame were frozen mid-air; the harsh cold wind that swirled overhead year-round no longer howled, and the laughter among the surrounding crowd abruptly vanished.
The girl, the old man, and his mother looking at him among the crowd, seemed frozen in place.
Subconsciously, as if already anticipating what was about to happen, Frogon wanted to struggle and shout but was equally unable to move.
Buzz——
In the next second, time suddenly accelerated.
