2 Be clear

Zhao Ying ran as fast as her pencil heels could carry her. Once in her way, she tried to sit and get rid of those heels. But she had to halt when she heard approaching footsteps.

"Dammit!" She quickly got up and glanced around her surroundings. She was in the middle of an empty corridor. There were a dozen of doors along the corridor that led to God knows what rooms.

"Miss Zhao Ying, please stop running!" A voice echoed from her behind.

Zhao Ying didn't have any time to decide. She quickly went for the nearest room, closed the door, double-locked it and leaned against it. She almost held her breath until she heard the footsteps fading in a distance.

"Okay. Breathe in and calm down. Let's just see what is happening. I was just reading a novel on my couch a moment ago. Then I end up in that makeup room." Zhao Ying had read plentiful of reincarnation and transmigration themed novels so she wasn't foreign to the idea. But in reality, she had never believed anything like reincarnation could ever happen to anyone; not certainly to her.

"Transmigration? Is it really real?" She raised her hands to her eye level. She was left in awe.

The hands in front of her were small and delicate as if they belonged to a fairy.

In attempts to inspect her better, she stepped back in haste and stumbled onto something. She ending up falling on her butt.

"Just great."

At least, she was alone and didn't make a fool of herself in front of people. Zhao Ying looked up and found her reflection in a broken mirror. She froze. A moment later, she crawled forward and touched the surface of the mirror.

"Is this really me?"

The woman in the reflection was a beauty. Her long silky hair was a dark purple that cascaded down her back. They were thick, heavy and plentiful. Her big eyes were a darker shade of violet. Her face was a perfect V-shaped with a sharp and pointed nose. Her lips were soft, painted with purple. Her skin was flawless.

Zhao Ying grinned.

"Don't get too happy with yourself yet." A male voice came from a dark corner of that small storage room

She was startled. She quickly tried to get back on her feet. But being in 7 inches high heels, that was difficult than expected. She ended up falling on her butt again. That was embarrassing. She coughed lightly.

"See? These good looks can't save you the situation you are in right now." There was obvious mock in the tune.

"Just who the hell are you. Why don't you just show yourself up?" Zhao Ying gave up the idea of getting up and glared at that dark corner while sitting.

The lean shadow moved forward and came out of the corner. The light fell on the man's face.

Zhao Ying was bewitched. The man was tall, handsome with very unnatural yet beautiful golden hair. He looked just like some manga character.

"You... are not real, are you?" She suddenly asked. Such beautiful people existed only in the imagination.

"My reality is not what should you be worried about right now. I might be real or might not be." The guy walked closer to her and stopped inches away from her. Just now, Zhao Ying realized how tall he was. He looked down at her with casual expressions. "This is your life you should be worried about right now."

"My life?"

"Everyone is waiting for you out there. If you fail at this step of the story, you will deviate from the plotline. Once that is done, it would be near impossible to get on the same track again. And you might lose the chances of ever getting back to your world."

"Getting back to my world... Wait! How do you know that? Does that mean you are also from another world?" Zhao Ying's eyes grew hopeful.

"Yes." The guy briefly replied.

"Can you explain to me what is happening here?" Zhao Ying's eyes were expectant. To find someone from the same place as hers; it was very relieving.

"No."

"What do you mean, No?" Zhao Ying's heart dropped. She looked like she was about to cry.

"Because that's not important." The guy sat across her. He grabbed Zhao Ying's face to force her to focus. "What is important is to save your life. If you do not do what the real Zhao Ying would have done in the next five minutes, your existence will weaken. Eventually, it will perish from this world. Considering that your soul has left your original body, there is no guarantee whether your body is alive or dead in that world. So once your soul perishes in this world, you will have nowhere to return."

"Be clear. You are confusing me."

The guy smirked. "If you can bear my being direct then fine. If you do not go out on the stage in five minutes and give a killer performance, you will die."

Zhao Ying: "..."

Just move in circles. It was much pleasant.