In front of the golden piano, a girl in a pink chiffon dress played passionately and attentively. Her slender fingers danced like butterflies, beautiful and vivid. As they fluttered at the tips of her fingers, sections of wonderful music that refreshed the heart and soul flowed continuously throughout the hall.
Chu Mo, casually holding a stemmed glass, admired the spirited woman. Her milk-white skin was embedded with rosy hues of delicate pink, as gorgeous as satin.
Her slender, willow leaf eyebrows were painted a dark brown, doll-like long and curled eyelashes framed her bright eyes. Her curled eyelashes fluttered, like crystal-clear eyes shining as bright as the starry sky. It seemed as though ripples were continuously spreading through her eyes, as if she were silently expressing something at all times.
She was a pure girl, as clear as the starry sky, as bright as a flower, totally incompatible with the vulgar splendor around her!
