The girl before him suddenly put her hand on the man's narrow waist, taking the initiative instead of being passive. Her dance steps were smooth, each step falling on the rhythm of the music. Her skirt swirled, a near dreamlike spectacle.
The dance was full of passion, yet the young lady amidst the crowd seemed to be draped in a layer of cool moonlight. Even at this moment, no one dared to harbor any ill intentions towards her.
Underneath his mask, his eyes were as deep as the sea. Right now, he was looking at the girl's expressionless face. A thick white fog seemed to blanket the dark sea, making it harder for him to see clearly...
Through the layers of fog, he saw a woman in a red dress dancing under the glowing crystal lamp, a passionate and unrestrained beauty like a burning flame.
He heard the cruel laughter of his violently beating heart inside his chest.
He might have gone mad, but he had never been this sober.
