"I'm from the future."
The words barely left Yunfeng's lips, but once they did, they hung heavily in the room, pressing down on everything.
He refused to look up at Muchen. He couldn't. His eyes were locked on the twisted bed sheets, on his trembling fingers curled around the spare shirt Muchen had used to cover him. His pride, once bold and teasing, was gone. His heart was bare now—terrifyingly exposed.
"I… I was reborn here," he whispered, the confession barely audible over the thundering in his ears.
"Reborn…" Muchen echoed, voice distant—soft as if trying to cradle the truth that had just been handed to him.
Yunfeng swallowed, his throat dry, his lips numb. "I'm Lin Yunfeng. Born in the year 4200. To Lin Jinju and Javis. I have a little sister named Hana."
