Given his previous experience of accidentally landing in the wrong character's body, Xu Shuo wasn't quite sure whether his transformation into the deceased was part of the script or if he had made a mistake again?
As he got a clear view of his own body in that instant, the dance studio, eerily quiet and sticky, suddenly felt as if it had returned to reality.
The glass windows on the left let in a faint light, illuminating the dim dance studio; outside, neon lights flickered, light rain drizzled, and raindrops pattered against the window, leaving streaks of moisture.
Xu Shuo loosened his neck and walked over to the window to look outside.
The dance studio was in a high-rise building, with rows of windows on one side and huge floor-to-ceiling mirrors on the other, reflecting the petite silhouette of the girl.
There was a clock on the wall, and it was now nine o'clock in the evening.
How come she was still practicing alone in the dance studio so late?