"When we return, it'll still be the same time, so nothing of yours will be delayed, as long as you can come back alive," Xu Jing said.
Chen Ke nodded, not saying anything more.
"Everything is ready, Miss Xu," Mr. Pu exclaimed, running out from behind the counter.
Xu Jing nodded and led Chen Ke deeper into the antique shop, stopping in front of a large mirror. Mr. Pu lifted the silk cloth covering the mirror, casting their reflections into it.
The mirror was about as tall as a person and barely fit both Chen Ke and Xu Jing. It appeared plain, just an ordinary household mirror.
There was no pop-up information in Chen Ke's field of vision, no special features of the mirror were evident, much like the ever-changing inkstone, which left him puzzled.
Xu Jing hooked her arm through Chen Ke's, the two standing close together in an intimate gesture.
"Don't get any funny ideas, Chen Ke," Xu Jing cautioned.
"My universe already has one star," replied Chen Ke.
