The music started playing and the dancers flowed in seemingly moving like waters in a calm spring. The lights were subtle, so was the music that one could picture a scene of a warm evening beside the river where fireflies danced in the moonlight. It was serene.
It was rather ironic because no matter how calming the scene the performance was trying to convey, Hawk was not at ease. Was it because he knew that this performance was made by the Han's heiress—a woman he once loved much and ended up betraying? Was this the reason why no matter how captivating the ballerina's moved on the stage, he felt no joy, not even sadness in it?
Hawk closed his eyes. He should not have come if he would just end up being miserable seeing Feather dance for him with all her heart knowing that he was about to break her heart. However, this was the only thing he could do for her.
