"Clouds of hair unfurled before the mirror, silken robes prepared to change with added scent..."
On the stage, Peony Pavilion was being performed with such enchantment, each gesture and step brimming with allure.
Gu Tao and Xin Chen sat in the audience, where by now there was scarcely anyone left, but the opera troupe's rules didn't change: regardless of the presence of the audience, they couldn't finish until the opera excerpt was over. Gu Tao was quite generous, sending basket after basket of flowers, ordering fruit plate after fruit plate.
"Junior brother, why did you choose to come here? Wouldn't it be nice to go for a barbecue?" Xin Chen was somewhat indifferent to these old-fashioned amusements, yawning, "Moreover, this is an evening performance; what are two living people doing sitting here?"
"What do I care about evening performances or not? This place has a nice atmosphere." Gu Tao flicked open a pistachio, "We've paid for it, after all."
