The stage lights blazed. The performer, dressed in an alluring costume, sang and danced, his eyes turning this way and that, captivating everyone who saw them.
A spectator asked, "Is the performer onstage playing Yang Guifei?"
"That's right," someone replied.
"Is the performer a man or a woman?" the spectator asked again.
"Bai Changsheng, the only son of the Bai family."
As the answer came, the performer turned around. Suddenly, the lights all around dimmed. The corners of his eyes tilted up like a phoenix's tail. A streak of blood red, like cinnabar, seemed stamped on someone's heart, and the emperor-painted brows were too precious to wipe away. He sang the lines of the opera and danced, spreading his long sleeves.
"Though heaven and earth may end, this sorrow will endure without end!"
In this life, I have loved only a few people, but the only one I have ever hated is Bai Fusheng.
