Poisoned by the Impe

Just as Yunchu was preparing to sit up, there was a sound outside again. This time, the voice didn't belong to the person from before.,Running under the eaves to avoid the rain, soaked by the raindrops yet unable to extinguish the burning desire within. The heat remained unabated.,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。