All Chapters of TIME TO FALL IN LOVE: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

 Panni followed, her lungs burning, her heart a frantic drum. She burst through the final gopura and onto the Great Terrace.The view was staggering—a five-hundred-meter drop into the emerald sea of the Cambodian jungle, the horizon stretching out into an endless, hazy blue. But in the center of the terrace, standing at the very precipice, was a stone altar.Jian was there.He was dressed in a simple white linen suit, looking like a ghost in the midday sun. He held the "Seventh Ledger" in his hand, the silver edges glinting. Beside him, strapped into a high-backed stone chair, was Grace.She looked small, her yellow raincoat a vivid spark against the

[The Sanctuary of Glass]The dawn over the Dangrek Mountains was not a beginning; it was a reckoning. The air at the summit of Prasat Preah Vihear remained charged, thick with the ozone-scent of the shattered "Resonance" and the heavy, humid perfume of the jungle below. But the silence that followed the fall of Jian and Lady Eleanor was the most terrifying sound Panni had ever heard.Panni stood on the edge of the ancient terrace, her fingers interlaced with Jinyan’s. Their grip was white-knuckled, a desperate anchor in a world that had tilted off its axis. Between them stood Grace. The yellow raincoat she wore was stained with the dust of centuries, but it was her eyes that held the world at bay. They were no longer the warm, chocolate brown of the Panni lineage; they were a crystalline, electric blue—the color of a storm that had been brewing for a hundred years.

 "Over my dead body," Jinyan growled."That can be arranged," Arthur sneered.The first shot rang out, striking the iron hull of the barge with a deafening clang. Panni dove for Grace, shielding her with her body as more lead began to rain down."Serey! The tiller!" Jinyan shouted.Serey lunged for the engine controls, but he was slow. A bullet caught him in the shoulder, spinning him around. The barge began to drift toward the muddy bank, the tall elephant grass threatening to snag them."Jinyan, the anchor!" Panni screamed.She realized they couldn't outrun the steam-tug. Jinyan g

 The peace was shattered by a sound that didn't belong to the river—the high-pitched, mechanical scream of a high-pressure steam whistle.Panni lunged for the small porthole. Through the mist, she saw a terrifying sight. Arthur Vincent’s steam-tug had been repaired, its hull now jagged with improvised iron plating. It was roaring toward the junks, a black plume of coal smoke choking the moonlight."He found us," Panni hissed. "How did he find us through the lead panels?""He didn't find the girl," Jinyan said, his eyes darkening. "He followed the monks. He’s not looking for the Alpha anymore. He’s looking for a massacre."The steam-tug slammed into the side of the junk with a bone-jarring thud

[The Vault of the Great Void]The "Vault of the Great Void" was not a place of gold or treasure; it was a cathedral of absolute, crushing silence. Located deep beneath the limestone karst of the Koh Ker complex, the chamber was a masterwork of ancient engineering, designed to dampen every vibration of the outside world. Here, the air was cold and dry, smelling of ancient stone and the sharp, alkaline scent of the Aconite salts that lined the walls.Panni stepped into the central rotunda, her boots clicking against the basalt floor. She carried Grace, whose small body was now terrifyingly light, her skin vibrating with a frequency that made Panni’s own teeth ache. Behind them, Jian—or the creature that wore Jian’s face—moved with a predatory stillness. The bandages around his head were stained with the gr