Wang Yujing still had her eyes closed; she didn't even look at Da Fei, quiet as a woman 'admiring her own fragrance,' living solely in her world.
Da Fei, refusing to believe in spooky stuff, attacked her right side again. The instant Da Fei threw his punch, Wang Yujing seemed like a solitary dancer on stage, seeing through all things worldly, retreating at the same time. It was no longer evasion but an odd imagery of both sides occurring simultaneously.
As Da Fei punched, Wang Yujing stepped back. The actions of both happened at exactly the same time, not one after the other, as if Wang Yujing had foreseen Da Fei's movement. It left onlookers dumbfounded. If they hadn't known better, they might have thought the pair had rehearsed this many times.
