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She hesitated for a moment, her attention drifting as she gazed out through the dark, broken window. Outside, the pitch-black night exuded a terrifying aura.
Her heart began to race again, not because of the atmosphere emanating from Midnight, but because she was wondering where Zifeng could be. It felt as if there was not a single sound in the world, leaving her all alone.
Xia Xiaoyu felt like a tangled mess inside; she was scared but couldn't articulate it.
All around her was a blur of blackness. In this silent Midnight, there was nothing but quiet, devoid of warmth or any hint of temperature.
After a long moment of composure, Xia Xiaoyu shifted her gaze back to the Mirror. The reflection showed her face, which bore an expression of fear—fuzzy and indistinct, yet she could still see her heart trembling uncontrollably.
There was no sound. Xia Xiaoyu sat there for about ten minutes without any movement. According to her thoughts, it should have already passed midnight. As Zifeng had said, this was supposed to be the best time.
Could it be that she wouldn’t show up tonight?
Xia Xiaoyu's heart sank slightly. When she had mustered the courage to come here and face this moment, only to find nothing happening, it left her at a loss for words. Her expression didn’t seem as natural anymore. Even if she couldn’t see anything tonight, she understood that this matter wasn’t so simple.
After about half an hour, around twelve-thirty at Midnight, Xia Xiaoyu remained tense and still in her seat, eyes fixed on the Mirror, watching her own reflection.
She was no longer as frightened; having stayed here for a while without encountering anything strange had calmed her nerves significantly.
Around one in the Early Morning, her patience began to wane. She had been here for over an hour without anything happening, which sparked a thought in Xia Xiaoyu's mind.
She probably won't show up tonight.
This thought weighed heavier with the passing time, and Xia Xiaoyu grew increasingly impatient. It wasn't out of fear of anyone, but rather facing the overwhelming silence of the world alone.
This atmosphere made her uncomfortable. Her gaze began to wander, and just as she was about to stand up and stretch a bit, she suddenly froze.
Because she saw that the broken window was slowly closing, and the door that had opened earlier was now silently shutting as well.
She has arrived?
Xia Xiaoyu was taken aback, but she dared not make a sound. At that moment, she could only do as Zifeng instructed and keep her eyes fixed on the Mirror.
In that huge Mirror, her face gradually revealed her growing fear. She felt herself tense up completely.
Slowly, her eyes began to change.
The reflection in the Mirror started to transform, maintaining the same posture as hers, still sitting on the stool, still mimicking her movements, still reflecting everything around.
The only difference was that the face in the Mirror was not her own; it was unmistakably the face of the woman who had once hung on the wall in their dormitory.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, without a hint of movement or sound. Xia Xiaoyu stared blankly at the woman in the Mirror, who quietly gazed back at her.
Xia Xiaoyu knew that it was the one Zifeng had been searching for—she had come.
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