Poisoned by the Impe

Yún Chū sat cross-legged on the ground, leaning against the frame of the thatched roof hut. Watching raindrops fall one by one onto the earth, he pondered what had just happened.,He was a staunch materialist, never believing in time travel. To him, time travel was nothing but fiction. But... how could he explain the situation now,Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and Yun Chuyin, who was already damp from the morning mist, shivered. This early spring night wind carried a chill, and she stood up abruptly and walked toward the thatched hut.。