Her story was indeed one of a kind. But Xueyao wasn't really impressed by it but somehow the crowd around her showered her with praises and shouts of appreciation.
Bai Shui rose to her feet the moment the dancers paused in their movement, the instrument of wrath hanging in her left hand as she addressed everyone.
''My story reveals how we are sometimes told to become something we are not adequately prepared for at the price of one thing we need or want. And when we arrive at our breaking point, all we are left with is wrath. The wrath to consume for what wasn't gained and what was lost.''
