JFWCM Chapter 14

Time Rust Time Rust Immediately after this incident, the sports meet arrived. The sports committee member's hand trembled as he held the registration form. The morning light illuminated the blank space for "Shot Put: 0 Registrations," making it glaringly obvious. The metal sphere beside the sandpit coldly reflected the light, standing alone. The rainwater from last night's storm had accumulated at the bottom of the pit, where a withered cherry blossom petal floated—much like Jiang Wan'yuan's pale face…