The song ended.
Thunderous applause erupted from the audience, and screams rang throughout the stadium.
Gifts poured into the livestream, and the comments kept coming.
Su Ningwei, Zhao Shiyu, Lin Yinyin, and Xu Manman bowed deeply in thanks.
The stage darkened once more.
As soon as Su Ningwei stepped off the stage, she hurried to the dressing room and changed into a long, bright-red gown.
Guan Xiaoxia quickly stepped forward to fix Su Ningwei's hair and touch up her makeup.
A staff member clipped a microphone to the neckline of Su Ningwei's dress.
Then Su Ningwei returned to the stage with her dance troupe.
The female dancers surrounded Su Ningwei, making her the center of attention.
As the backing music began,
the lights came on again, shining down on Su Ningwei.
In her red gown, Su Ningwei had fair skin and red lips, and her eyes were as clear and bright as stars. Her graceful, upright figure was breathtakingly beautiful.
Su Ningwei danced lightly to the rhythm.
Her red gown fluttered in the breeze, graceful and poised.
Every swirl of her skirt was like the last brilliant glow of sunset, or the dazzling light of the rising sun—fiery and radiant, impossible to look away from.
The hem of Su Ningwei's gown spread around her feet like a blooming red rose, alluring and noble.
Su Ningwei's dance movements were graceful and fluid.
Every turn and every leap brimmed with strength and beauty.
As Su Ningwei danced, she sang, "The wind blows sand~ Butterflies fall for flowers~ A tale told through the ages. Like the moon reflected in water~ Love bewitched by flowers in the mirror~~~~ A bamboo fence~ A wooden pipa~ Under the moon by the arched bridge, who's singing~ Of longing for someone far away. That midsummer, you packed your