Su Li took out her handphone, chose a song, and then placed her phone on the rink floor. A soothing melody started to play, and it evoked beautiful images of the mountains and flowing streams, and with the acoustics of an empty skating rink, it was melodious immersive, and stirring.
As Su Li glanced at Xiao Luo, she glided gracefully on her skates, almost as if she was floating, and started to sway elegantly like a white butterfly performing a dance. She placed her hands behind her back first, as she slid through the gates between the twenty cups like a dragon following the path of a winding river. Su Li moved with the elegance of a classical nymph who had stepped out from a painting.
"This is interesting indeed, so she's really doing figure-skating!"
