The sun blazed outside the window. A few flowering branches poked into view at an angle: double-flowered pomegranates, red as pigeon-blood rubies. Their vivid beauty was almost wanton, barging straight into one's field of vision without a care. Beside the ivory-and-gold grand piano, she raised her eyes, dark as pools of liquid mercury, their flowing grace like notes on a musical score.
Time seemed to pause for a few seconds. In his eyes, she was like a little crab on the beach after the tide had gone out, claws raised, struggling with all her might to avoid being put in a fisherman's basket, though she knew what fate awaited her. He almost couldn't bear it, couldn't bear to watch that lively spark fade into stillness. But he had no choice. In Cheng Yunqing's heart, his superior would always come first.
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How many are open at the same time? ? Is this going to be a big show? ?