"Xiaoxing, how do you feel about today's coming-of-age ball?"
The starry blue light quietly flowed in the silent room, casting a cold silver hue on Jiang Yu's moon-white ceremonial dress of Hua Country, like frost frozen for a millennium.
She dismissed those around her, and the heavy floating door silently closed, isolating the external worldly clamor. The air was left only with the faint hum of simulated cosmic movements and a heart-wrenching stillness.
Yan Yueqing stood with her back straight in front of her mother, her fingertips pressing hard on the intricate silver thread lotus pattern on her skirt, the ancient Hua Country totem pressing coldly against her fingertips, causing a slight sting of pain.
