"I knew you could show up, so, explain what you said before." Qian Jiangyue opened the door and stepped in front of the bathroom mirror. In the mirror, his face looked spirited without any trace of illness.
In Qian Jiangyue's view, the reflection of himself in the mirror hung its head, not willing to converse.
"About this matter, even I find it hard to believe, but based on what I knew before, it's the only explanation, the only reasonable explanation." Nan Yuan's voice echoed from the mirror.
"If you want to know, I can tell you."
"Perhaps you were chosen by Hell's Movie, in relation to what happened before."
"At that time, probably around three years old, just starting to be conscious of the world, due to some accidents, or let's say coincidences, I got caught up in a... movie acted by actors from Hell's Movie. It was in a seven-story mall, you... my mother... Lian Banyue, was shopping with me in the mall."