Fragtime Manhua

Moritani couldn't believe her eyes as she watched Murakami calmly walk towards her, unfazed by the stopped time around them. The air felt heavy with anticipation, her heart pounding in her chest. She had expected fear or anger in Murakami's eyes, but instead, she saw a spark of curiosity and something else she couldn't quite place. As Murakami reached out to touch her hand, time seemed to stand still in a different way for Moritani. It was as if the world held its breath, waiting for what would happen next. Murakami's touch was gentle, warm, and filled with an unspoken understanding that sent shivers down Moritani's spine. In that frozen moment, Moritani felt a wave of emotions wash over her - guilt, fear, but also a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this encounter was meant to happen. Maybe this mysterious ability of hers was not a curse, but a gift waiting to be unwrapped. As Murakami smiled at her, a soft and genuine smile that reached her eyes, Moritani felt a flicker of something new ignite within her. For the first time, she allowed herself to believe that she wasn't alone in this. That maybe, in Murakami, she had found a companion, a confidante, and perhaps even something more. And as time finally resumed its course, Moritani made a silent vow to herself - to embrace this newfound connection, to explore the mysteries of stopped time with Murakami by her side, and to trust in the journey that lay ahead, no matter how unexpected or challenging it may be.