She couldn't react in time. A powerful suction pulled her consciousness forward at immense speed.
She had no time to prepare. She was yanked along, completely out of her own control.
The light and shadows around her shifted rapidly. Time rewound at a dizzying pace, like someone flipping through the pages of a book.
She could only endure it passively, unable to stop or turn back.
Suddenly, a chaotic cacophony of shouts exploded in her ears.
The din of the crowd—curses, jeers, and furious roars—merged into a piercing torrent of noise that flooded directly into her mind.
"Ha! The little bastard deserves a beating! Get him! Beat him to death!"
"Who the hell do you think you are? If I say you die, you won't see tomorrow's sunrise!"
"This child is cursed... You raise him yourself. Don't drag the rest of us down with you!"
"You ill-bred brat, what makes you think you're worthy of being our equal?"
"Shanshan... where are you? I miss you so much... Please come get me, okay?"
