As she slowly turned around, her stunning makeup and hair, paired with that breathtakingly beautiful face tinged with a gentle softness, seemed to epitomize the beauty of Eastern women to perfection.
There wasn't a hint of sorrow on her; precisely because of this, she made people ache even more for her, a heart-wrenching pain.
Her initial movements were slow, ever so slow, yet the difficulty was uncompromising—each gesture felt like it was striking at everyone's hearts.
At the moment the drumbeat ceased, she received news of her fiancé's death in battle. She neither cried nor raged; even when her mother forced her to remarry someone else, she didn't protest or argue. On the night of the wedding, she came before her young fiancé's grave and danced one last dance for him.
