THIRTY
The peacock dance. Why did they always have to perform the peacock dance? It was true what his old teacher said about all colours being blinding, Yi realised now. With so much brightness, the dancing women became a blur. How could a man choose one bride when they all looked the same?
He spared a glance for Mao, who seemed too intent on the contents of his cup to care about the dancers, either. But then, Mao had never cared much for music and dancing girls.
"Which girl do you think is the most beautiful?" Yi asked, nudging him.
Mao took a long time before he answered, "I would have to say my sisters. I haven't seen them in so long, that they would hold my attention even if they were dressed in rags."
Yi's curiosity burned to see the sisters he had not yet met. "Where are they?
