The music rang, tinkling and pleasing to the ear. Mo Yitong pulled out her long sleeves forcefully before slowly withdrawing them. She looked up at the ceiling and began to spin slowly. As she spun, she picked up her speed. In the end, she could only see the fluttering of her green clothes. She couldn't see Mo Yitong's face clearly. The king who was sitting on the throne had already stood up.
Mo Yitong continued to spin. Although she felt a bit dizzy, she still tried her best to dance. When the rotation stopped, she lifted one of her legs like a crane and slowly sat on the ground. She leaned back and then stood up. She waved her long sleeves vigorously, like a beautiful butterfly dancing in the garden, sometimes stopping, sometimes flying, sometimes forming a group.
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