Zoe Yale wore a black dress, creating a very striking contrast with her fair skin.
Her delicate face, as if carved from marble, emanated a captivating glow in the night...
The soft moonlight spread around her, and her silk-like black hair naturally draped over her shoulders, making her look like a moonlight goddess, pure and noble.
The violin in her hand seemed to become a weapon, the sound of its strings unexpectedly gripping everyone's heart, making their heartbeats rise and fall with the rhythm of her music...
Zoe Yale chose a piece that celebrated love, telling a poignant love story.
The shock of the opening was like the courage to be reckless for each other in a first love...
But gradually, the rhythm of the piece slowed down, becoming melodious, twisting, and sorrowful, as if two lovers separated by a thousand miles were yearning for their beloved.
Zoe Yale played with focus, and gradually all other sounds around her disappeared.
It was just her and her violin.
