Elliot Huang and the Whisper of Fate Chapter 45

Elliot Huang checks his cell phone every now and then.

Normally, a lot of time has passed in the blink of an eye, but at this moment, every minute and every second passes especially long.

The sweat on Huang Dansing's body had dried. The wind blew in from the balcony, bringing with it the chill of late night, and penetrated into his pores. He shuddered.

With forty minutes left, Ayu got up.

Elliot Huang was uncomfortable lying there, so he got out of bed and walked to the balcony. There was only a faint moonlight outside, and the surroundings were silent.