Ning Qing tried her best to keep calm. The play was coming to an end. She would never allow any errors at the last minute.
Ning Qing looked at her assistant and said, "Why don't you help me find some roses!"
"Roses?"
"Yes. To keep the stage beautiful, I need fresh flowers. We will use the roses to cover the torn part."
"That won't do. When you dance, the petals would fall, when the roses fall, there would only be one rod left. It would be too ugly."
Ning Qing smiled and looked at Xiao Zhou. "Xiao Zhou, call the light technician. When I dance, the lights will go out, and only a dim and hazy light would shine on the stage. Besides, when you see the petals on my body beginning to fall, start sprinkle rose petals over the entire scene to hide the tear. Whoever caused this, I shall gift her a fairy floral shower!"
"Alright!" Xiao Zhou and her assistant's eyes were sparkling.
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