"Sure," Shi Mei couldn't have been more eager, relieved to avoid being interrogated further, "Should I do a performance? What kind would you like to see?"
"Oh, I saw a dance a while ago, it was pretty good. The song was quite familiar, too—seems like it was from 'Journey to the West,' an interlude from Women Country or something? What's it called..."
"'Daughter's Love,'" Shi Mei naturally knew.
"Yes, yes, that's the one."
Shi Mei nodded, quickly found the piece of music on her phone, then set the device to one side.
The living room was spacious, ample enough for Shi Mei to dance.
'Daughter's Love' wasn't a difficult dance, and it so happened that not long ago, the school's teacher had refined the choreography. Combined with Shi Mei's supple figure, Grandma Shi found it incredibly stunning.
With every frown and smile, she embodied the gentle grace of a daughter.
Each movement flowed, limbs seeming to soften and glide with each step.
