River has never been very afraid of ghosts and monsters. Even if she just saw a female monster with unknown purpose a few seconds ago, she could still walk in the empty corridor as if nothing had happened.
She stood in front of the door of the female soup house and looked around. She didn't find anything strange, so she opened the curtain and walked in. She took out the small mirror she had picked up before from the cabinet.
The mirror is not very big, with silver and delicately carved butterflies on the back.
It was impossible to tell whether it was the one in the dream.
River sighed melancholy, put the mirror away in her clothes, opened the curtain with a melancholy expression, and then looked at Yamato Mamoru standing outside.
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