Not only was there black fog, but a faint light also illuminated the narrow road ahead, stretching forward as well.

"Stop! Don't go! Who are you?" someone shouted from behind, it sounded like the Seven-Colored Turtle Immortal's voice.

"Hurry up, don't look back!" Someone was urging her from ahead. It was that same hoarse voice again, prompting Qiao Mei. As if possessed, Qiao Mei lifted her foot and ran even faster.

However, she was unaware that if she turned around at that moment, she would find herself already far away from the temple.

Qiao Mei ran along the path, and the wisps of black mist in front of her grew increasingly arrogant as they enveloped her.

Soon, Qiao Mei felt her body become so heavy that she could hardly walk anymore, so she slowed down.

Only then did I realize that I could no longer hear the voices behind me.

Qiao Mei stopped, panting. The black mist in front of her dissipated, and the surroundings became much brighter. Only then did Qiao Mei realize that she had unknowingly walked into a brightly lit room.

The room was empty, with mirrors on all four sides and nothing else.

And there I was, standing in the room, seeing several different versions of myself in the mirrors from different angles.

Her pajamas were gone, and now Song Hye-kyo's slender figure, with its prominent curves and a hint of fire between her brows, was revealed. She wore an orange dress, and her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back.

A pretty face, with a full forehead and slightly pointed chin. Beneath delicate, light eyebrows were a pair of slightly curved, pure eyes with upturned eyelashes. The eyes held a hint of orange, sparkling brightly, and possessed a unique allure.

She was beautiful from every angle. What a lovely woman! Song Hye-kyo's face lit up with delight as she turned around.

"I'm so young!" Song Hye-kyo stared blankly at her reflection in the mirror. She reached out and touched her smooth cheek, her eyes gradually becoming fascinated.

"This is the beautiful September Fairy." It was that voice from just now, hoarse yet deep.

"Is this really me?" A glimmer of starlight seemed to dance deep in Qiao Mei's eyes. For a moment, she was deeply captivated by her own appearance. "Someone as beautiful as me, together with Mo Tian, ​​would be a perfect match, a match made in heaven. Looking across the entire world, in all its vast expanse, no one but me is worthy of Mo Tian."

“That’s right, a talented man deserves a beautiful woman. Only you are worthy of her,” a blurry figure appeared behind Qiao Mei in the mirror. He stood less than a meter away from Jiu Yue, his eyes glowing red as he looked at her.

"Didn't you say you knew my parents? Then tell me, who are they? Where are they now, and how are they doing?" September remembered her original purpose for coming out, and she turned around to look at the figure behind her. She couldn't see the person's face clearly, and he wasn't tall; he looked rather short and stocky.

"They were in the City of Spirits. They lost you in an accident, and then you were switched with someone else, which is why you ended up in the human world."

"Wait, a switch?" Qiao Mei asked in confusion, reaching out to interrupt the other person.

"You don't know? You were left here on earth, and they thought you were dead. Now that they know you're alive, they're overjoyed. They hope you'll return with your loved ones. They asked me to come..." These words, spoken with deep emotion, came through the other person's choked sobs...

Finally, September walked out of the mirror room, but her legs felt heavy.

My heart jumped back from the window.

"Whoosh!" Qiao Mei, no, it was September, standing in front of another window, raised her arm, stretched out a finger to poke open the paper window in front of her, and her eyes shone through the small hole, looking inside from the outside...

Hey! The fish tank is gone, and a scepter almost as long as the bed is standing at the head of the bed...