The girl who looked only eleven or twelve years old, with a resemblance to Red, obviously couldn't see Yu Sheng either—she walked towards the center of the hall, directly ignoring Yu Sheng who was standing in the way, her body intersecting with his like a phantom.
Yu Sheng blinked, his gaze following the frail young girl, he saw her stop beside the pitch-black mirror, then looked up at another "Red" on the opposite side of the mirror, who seemed to be an adult.
"Good news... any yet?"
The girl asked softly.
However, the "Red" standing in front of the mirror had no reaction, she remained silent, her hands overlapped on her lower abdomen, like a dignified and elegant, lifeless statue.
Yu Sheng frowned as he saw this, puzzled about the state of the Red staring at the mirror, and even more puzzled about the relationship between the two "Reds" before him—could they be mother and daughter? Or sisters? Or...
