Lin Jiayi waited patiently for the press conference to begin, and finally, the lights flickered, and dynamic music started to play. The first model strutted out from backstage with a catwalk gait.
Before she had a chance to take a close look at the outfit, Rose suddenly grasped her arm. Lin Jiayi turned to see Rose's face deathly pale, her eyes wide with astonishment, staring ahead.
"What's wrong?" Lin Jiayi thought Rose might suddenly be feeling unwell.
Rose extended a trembling hand towards the model, stuttering: "The clothes... the clothes..."
What about the clothes? As Lin Jiayi turned to look at the clothes, the more familiar they seemed, and a dreadful premonition surged forth. She turned back to lock eyes with Rose, demanding, "Are you sure?"
Rose nodded, "Identical."
