With a swing of her arm, a dazzling display spread out, her toes naturally and rhythmically resting on the sides of the large drums. Her hands held the mallets, weaving them in circles like flowers, dizzying the eyes. Her body trembled slightly, keeping the beat with the sound.
At this moment, Zi Ruoxi saw no one else around; she was completely absorbed in her own rhythm. Her squinted big eyes seemed to convey a certain emotional indulgence, pure and completely devoid of impurities and distractions, just serene.
But this captivating scene couldn't help but attract attention. More people started to whisper, casting gazes of admiration at this exceptional beauty.
