For Lu Ting, it was the length of a single meal. Due to the accelerated flow of time on the Canglan Star, a full year had passed by the time he returned.
When he saw Zhao Yan again, the change was startling. The man was visibly aged; though not yet forty, there were threads of gray at his temples and weary lines etched around his eyes. He had grown much thinner, the weight of his responsibilities carving away at his frame.
Seeing Lu Ting,
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