In the restroom.
Lu Fengxuan turned off the tap and stood in front of the mirror to check her makeup, her back to the ghostly figure of Lu Sirong that appeared behind her.
As if she didn't see Sirong, Fengxuan discarded a paper towel into the bin and walked past Sirong toward the exit.
"Sister," Lu Sirong glared hatefully at her retreating figure.
When she caught up, Sirong's eyes were clear and her face carried a saddened emotion, "Sister, what have I done to anger you? You don't say anything, and I don't even know what I did wrong to be despised by you like this."
Lu Fengxuan looked at her and coldly laughed, "There's no one else here, no need to keep acting."
"Sister, I'm not, where did I go wrong that suddenly you're treating me like a stranger?"
Lu Sirong looked utterly stricken and said with sorrow, "Sister, if there's a problem, please say it out loud. Can't we clear up the misunderstanding face to face, okay?"
