The spotlight suddenly illuminated the center of the stage. Yun Nishang, dressed in a moon-white gauze dress, stood gracefully. Her long, jet-black hair was loosely tied at the back of her head, with a few wisps falling by her fair neck, accentuating her delicate and soft jawline. Her eyes were as clean as if bathed in morning dew, her almond eyes curved, holding tiny glints of light, her nose small and straight, her lips a faint peach color, and she revealed a pair of shallow dimples when she smiled.
Her figure was slender yet not frail, with smooth shoulders and a delicate waist. The hem of her dress swayed gently with her movements. As the lights shifted, she raised her hand to grasp the microphone, exuding a clean and gentle aura. Despite standing on a stage under the gaze of countless eyes, she possessed the sweet innocence of a girl next door, elegant and lively, causing the audience below to fall silent instantly.
In a moment, all cheers and screams came to a halt.