When the mirror starts to lie, which face do you want to believe?
Feng Yujing will always remember that midnight night of overtime work - 23:15 on the day Zhou Feiran was nominated for the new drama. Zhou Feiran's cold words on the phone, "You don't need to come," became the ultimatum left to her.
The petals of platycodon floating in the bathtub, the freezer in the funeral parlor that opens automatically in the surveillance camera, and every reflective object hides a figure in a white dress.
Is the flickering light really just a bad connection?
The neon lights of the city turn into a cage, and death quietly proliferates in the mirror. The 'you' in the mirror is waiting to take over reality.
"Are you sure it was her who died?"
4.14 23:15, I'm waiting for you here.
1. Short story, about 40,000 words
2. This article is from a first-person perspective
Intent: Modern reconstruction of urban ghost stories
