Zhu Qingyue was startled.
The girl's eyes widened. By the time she tried to take a closer look, only darkness remained on the glass window; the shadow that had just flitted across seemed to be merely her illusion.
Zhu Qingyue stood rooted to the spot.
Suddenly, she felt the room was getting colder.
The wooden floor of the hallway was continuously transmitting the chill to the soles of her shoes, and from there, throughout her body. No matter how well wrapped up she was, it was difficult to dispel the sinister coldness.
Could it really be just an illusion? She couldn't deny this possibility, for people can indeed experience hallucinations when they are highly anxious, seeing things that sometimes cannot be confirmed merely with one's eyes.
But whether it was an illusion or not, she still had to prepare herself mentally instead of indulging in wishful thinking and ignoring the possible threat.
Zhu Qingyue walked stiffly back into the washroom and locked the door behind her.
