On the sofa, a woman sits quietly, wrapped in black**, holding a tablet in her hand, the light of the screen reflects on her face, the smooth ** reflects the glow of the daylight, and in the quiet corner, time passes quietly.
The world on the screen is colorful and varied, but she loves nothing more than what is in front of her: the dance of black and white. Dancing on her legs, as if it is a light kiss of the wind, the seductive melody is still at this moment, and she wears simple but not simple black shoes, carrying the rhythm and prosperity of the city.
The sofa is as wide as the ocean, and she sits on an island in the middle of the ocean, and the tablet in her hand becomes her boat, rowing across the ocean of knowledge. When she smiles, the flowers in the tablet bloom;As she pondered, the clouds on the screen were ethereal. That ** is the secret language of the night, dancing with her, telling those unknown secrets.
She is so focused and calm that it is as if cut off from the outside world, leaving only her and her world, in which she dances with the Dance of Silk and resonates with the melodies of black and white. The dance of the ** is not only the rhythm of the body, but also the flight of the soul.
The Dance of Silk is her unique language and her emotional sustenance. In this silent dance, she tells her own story and shares her emotions, and the world is a better place because of her presence.