As Xingmang’s fingers brushed against the coffee cup, the flow of time in the entire New World suddenly turned viscous.
Jane stood behind the bar, observing this "returned" guest. Her body was more translucent than Jane remembered, and the gear-shaped hairpin in her hair turned slowly. The right eye behind her monocle was not purple-gold, but a quantum crystalline state identical to Jane’s.
"So bitter," Xingmang said, taking a sip of the coffee, yet a smile curled at the corners of her lips. "Three times more bitter than the coffee on the Ark."
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