On a winter night in the Jing Dynasty, the cold wind was like a knife, blowing on people's faces, as if they wanted to peel off all the skin and flesh.
Outside Changle Restaurant, a circle of torches crackled, dispelling some of the chill, but illuminating the girl in the central open space.
Liu Qingwu tapped her toes, and a painted leather bow bounced up obediently, wrapping around her slender ankles, knees, shoulders, and back of her neck, like a tame bird, flying nimbly.
She was wearing a tight-fitting outfit that had been washed white, outlining her flexible and explosive lines.
This is her specialty - "Taju somersault".
"Okay!"
With her last leap, her body twisted into an incredible arc in the air, and she jumped steadily over three stacked long tables. At the same time, she hooked her heels back, and the leather ball fell into her arms obediently.
