"What about you?" Rong Xingyu asked curiously. "I arrived here two weeks ago, we should have come through at the same time, right?"
Ding Yixin hadn't expected this either.
He let out a sigh and gently rubbed Rong Xingyu's hair.
"From the perspective of that original timeline, we did indeed arrive at the same moment," Ding Yixin said. "But if viewed from the timeline we currently in, then to be precise, I arrived here three years earlier."
Rong Xingyu's eyes widened.
Three years earlier?
According to Ding Yixin, for reasons unknown, although they had crossed over together that night, he had ended up spending three extra years in this world.
A chill crept down Rong Xingyu's back.
When he had opened his eyes and found himself in ancient times, he hadn't even considered the issue of differing flows of time.
All at once, he understood why so many researchers were almost fanatically obsessed with this field, time was indeed both dangerous and fascinating.
