In the dreamy, purple music hall, Gu Qianqian in a pure black strapless dress, was sitting at the center.
An Oriental face, her black hair was coiled up high, revealing her delicate and graceful neck. Her exposed skin in the black dress made her appear as fair as snow, and even more charming than flowers.
With every pluck of her string, the cello's music swung from gentle to melodious, and gradually became majestic and breathtaking.
In the grandeur of such music, her emotions seemed to be drawn into that realm, with every unrestrained stroke, eliciting waves of roaring applause from the audience.
As the climax of the music ebbed away, tranquility descended around her in an instant. The only thing left was her perfect solo performance, skillfully gliding over the last note.
Finally, she took a graceful bow amidst the enthusiastic applause that sounded like praises.
