The fork in his hand was put down, and Tang Ye raised his head again. The family of five, Bick, still maintained their previous posture and expressions of surprise, including Dairya.
Bick's wife was holding a fork, but she unconsciously let go due to astonishment. The fork had already drooped down, but eerily, it stayed suspended in mid-air near Bick's wife's hand, motionless. Even the flame on the candle, which should have flickered, remained still as if fixed in place without any visible movement.
"Okay..."
No need to mention what had happened, Tang Ye casually tossed the fork down and leaned back against the chair, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness.
The scene had stopped, but the expected shattering and revealing of the endless darkness behind the image did not occur, and Tang Ye also realized that he could still move. Initially, Tang Ye, who had been earnestly waiting to return to the starting point, finally turned his gaze towards Dairya.
