At last, the gauze curtain fell, revealing a beautiful, slim, and mysterious woman at the piano. She wore a dress of a new style, and it piled up on the stage in sinuous layers. Donning a silver phoenix-tail mask, she exuded an air of mystery and nobility, just like a sprite from a fantasy.
In person, countless men gazed at her, stunned.
Bai Oulan's expression froze, in disbelief as she looked at Liu Yilan.
The piece concluded, but the spell below the stage seemed unbroken. She stood up, her six-meter-long skirt spreading like waves on the stage with each step.
Her posture was graceful as she bowed slightly to the audience and then held her position, waiting for the curtain to fall.
Ten seconds, twenty seconds… The curtain didn't fall as expected, and Liu Yilan suddenly panicked. Just as she pondered over how to alleviate the awkwardness, the curtain finally fell.
