Chapter Three: A Living Person's Ticket

Pain nearly brought her down. Behind the wall, Shen Yan hammered the glass. Lin Wu bit her tongue, held on to the taste of blood, and on the final beat turned the wrong way. Every guest stopped. The glance severed Tang Li's mirrored shadow. Her translucent body snapped back into reality. For the first time, the White Lady stopped smiling. “Who taught you to alter my step?” “Someone you failed to erase.” A bell rang. Helan Ye tore open his own shadow, and the black wound swallowed Lin Wu. She crashed into the prop room. Crew members were already calling for rehearsal to resume. Only eleven seconds had passed. In the makeup mirror, Shen Yan still pressed his palm to the glass.