Lou Lan recounted the devil's tale in her unvarying tone.
"Brilliant, brilliant red dance shoes on her feet, from that moment on, no matter how much she moved, they would not come off. It wasn't just that they wouldn't come off; there was a magical force in them driving the girl to continuously stand up and start dancing anew."
With her hands folded, her body as light as a swallow, she gracefully spun to the center of the living room, where the pale grey figure, following her movements, danced slowly.
"Dance! Dance! Whirling elegantly, endlessly. She couldn't even stop to chop off her legs, for her body was always dancing."
As time passed, Ahqing could clearly see that the edges of the bright red shoes had been worn to a reddened state. Yet the grey man's figure still refused to pause, still dancing on.
"She had been dancing nonstop for three days now, without eating, drinking, or any other bodily needs. The girl kept dancing tirelessly."
