Chapter 3.. Trapped Between Pages

The soft evening breeze brushed against Liang Chen's face.

He looked around—

The same street. The same moment from the past.

Zhao Rui walked beside him, talking and laughing.

"Am I… back?"

Hope flared in his chest.

He reached out to grab Zhao Rui's shoulder—

His hand passed right through him.

A sharp chill ran down Liang Chen's spine.

He wasn't back.

He was inside the story.

And worst of all—he couldn't change anything.