Jin Mo struck an opening pose without haste, her body curled up, arms wrapped around her chest, the skirt of her dress scattering like blossoms, revealing her pale, slender legs.
As the music began, notes flowed slowly, and Jin Mo's body unfurled along with it. Every inch of her skin seemed to come alive, radiating the breath of life.
She went up on her toes, her arms gently sweeping through the air, her toe flicking, sending the light fabric of her skirt flying, then fluttering back down.
A spin, and her pleated skirt flew up; the whole venue suddenly fell silent.
Ballet has that kind of charm.
Since she was a child, she had learned to dance with Su Yin. This dance was choreographed by Su Yin herself, every movement deliberated and polished to showcase a woman's beauty as much as possible.
Jin Mo could only master seventy percent of it and had never been fully committed, but after ten years of hard trials, she suddenly had an epiphany.
