Feng Qing did not divert her attention because of the man's zither tune. Instead, she danced even more elegantly and charmingly with the sound of the zither. She stood in the middle of the hall filled with glass residue, beside the broken crystal lamp that had been thrown onto the ground. She danced up and down. The red dress under the light exuded a charm that made one's heart beat. The sexy lace dress fluttered with the wind on her smooth and fair calf.
In the eyes of everyone, Feng Qing was not a human at this moment. Instead, she had transformed into a beautiful elf with transparent wings, a goldfish that kept swaying her body and wanted to fly to the sky, a red rose that was blooming with the music.
