lt;lt;lt;Reborn Soar

Du Fei frowned, staring at the calendar on the wall.,The roof was covered with yellowed old newspapers, the walls were mottled, and the windows weren't made of glass, but were grimy paper panes.,In his mind, a grid-like space appeared, and a feeling arose within him: as long as he thought about it, he could put the teapot in his hand into this space.。