Turning around, she saw a woman in ancient attire at the end of the corridor, tilting her head with a smile before walking away.
Xu Xueyan frowned. Nowadays, ancient styles are quite popular, and you can always see one or two girls dressed in traditional clothes on the street.
But who wears ancient clothes to a bar? It's so out of place!
Xu Xueyan didn't think much of it and proceeded to the restroom, used the toilet, and washed her hands.
She looked up at her reflection in the mirror, her face blurred, eyes weary.
Suddenly, she shivered.
The woman in ancient attire on the corridor just now looked exactly like the one in her father's study painting...
A fear rose from deep within her soul, making her tremble all over.
She quickly washed her hands to leave, only to find the restroom's space continuously stretching forward, the stairs beneath her feet twisting, countless mirrors reflecting her disheveled form.
