She was supposed to be the best of the best! She could step down on anyone, but no one can step down on her!
No matter what the audience thought at the moment, the lights turned black, and when they brightened back up, Yue Ran had already appeared on stage in a charming dancing posture.
Fog slowly rose under the stage as the music began playing.
When Yue Ran opened her eyes, she started moving.
A beauty.
It is a beauty like an immortal, a beauty beyond all the hues in the world, and it has long been impossible for people to use words to describe and outline it.
The music had long been lost somewhere in the background, and all eyes stuck to her figure on stage, clad in fiery red, flamboyant, and gorgeous.
Her slim figure traveled from one end of the stage to another; her waterfall-like black hair fluttered in an arc, as if a huge ink curtain had opened in the air; and the ends of her red dress flitted and danced with her movements, as if in a dreamy rhythm.
