Beauty and the Beast (Part 2)

  Meng Yu was unaware of Han Jiali's shock, she was completely immersed in the performance. Meng Yu stretched out a slender hand and stood upright in front of her, as if there was a door in front of her. Her hand gently pushed forward, and she tilted her head to peek through the gap in the door.

  Under the spotlight, her facial expression changed in an instant from joy to despair to astonishment and finally to horror. A piercing scream was let out, a heart-wrenching cry of a woman's desperation. The hearts of everyone present skipped a beat as they stared intently at Meng Yu, involuntarily drawn into her performance.

  Meng Yu's hands were clasped together, held flat in front of his chest, and with a burst of force, he pushed them apart to the sides. The door opened.

  She slid to the ground, trembling as she stretched out her hands, as if there was a body lying in front of her. She slowly stroked the other person's face, "No, no..."

  Tears glistened on her profile, her red lips trembling slightly. Suddenly, a hint of a smile appeared on her face, as if she had recalled some fond memories. Her head slowly lowered, resting on the chest of the illusory beast. Sincere and heartfelt words burst forth from her lips like blooming flowers: "Please, don't leave me."

  The whole audience was silent, Meng Yu's expression on her face was like a dream, a helpless despair of a girl immersed in the river of love, which moved everyone's heart.

  Unless unexpected, Han Ji-ah has no chance of surpassing Meng Yu's brilliant performance.

  Plum rain face sank like water, she suddenly pushed Han Jiali from behind, who was stunned, and said viciously: "Go quickly, don't let her perform the miracle of waking up as a beast again, it's your turn."

  Han Jiali's spirit was like a beautiful butterfly, with two sideways flips from the edge of the stage to the middle, this string of beautiful movements instantly caught the audience's attention.

  Meng Yu gazed at her with a scowl and slowly withdrew from the stage.

  Han Jiali's eyes flashed with a cold light, and according to the usual logic, she followed Meng Yu's performance, continuing to act out a scene of a beast coming back to life, which would link the two people's performances together, bringing a huge sensory impact to the audience.

  But in doing so, she was unknowingly led by Meng Yu's nose and fell into a lower position.

  If this were a joint performance, Han Jiali would have had no choice but to follow Meng Yu's predetermined script. But this was a competition, and she didn't want to lose, so she could only take a risk.

  Han Jiali's body is flexible, she used to be a dancer, this series of movements is neat and clean, almost comparable to a gymnast. After landing, she stood on tiptoes, stretched her neck, and gazed into the distance. Her face was shrouded in a mask, which made it difficult for her to express herself.

  Han Jiali gave up trying to move her facial muscles, and with her right hand splayed open, she covered her face. Her voice was low and uncertain: "That merchant, he said he would use his daughter to repay me, will he go back on his word? Will he really send his daughter over?"

  As soon as the words came out, the guests were in an uproar, and everyone's emotions suddenly soared. No one expected that Han Jiali would perform a beast, while Meng Yu played a beauty. Invisibly, this competition became exceptionally exciting. After a moment, the guests' whispers gradually disappeared, and everyone looked forward to watching Han Jiali, watching her performance.

  Mei Yu pursed her lips, Han Jiali's first move was quite good, successfully diverting the guests' attention from Meng Yu's stunning performance earlier. Now it depends on her next move.

  Han Jiali's hands trembled on her face, as if this face made her unbearably painful, the emotions of both expectation and fear were expressed by her without a single leak.

  Han Jiali's hand suddenly brushed down from her face, and her body leaned forward a bit more, her upper body swaying gently as if she had seen something that made her look forward to it.

  Her feet gradually joined in the action, her legs swinging back and forth, her entire body moving in a very rhythmic dance. Just as the guests were unknowingly swaying their bodies to the beat of her footsteps, Han Jiali suddenly stopped moving, her body leaping to one side and shrinking into a small ball, as if dodging something.

  After a moment, Han Jiali slowly got up from the ground, her whole person lost in thought, moving her feet slowly, as if following a figure that had captivated her.

  The guests involuntarily held their breath, and Han Jiali did not disappoint them. She suddenly stopped in her tracks, her body bending like a shrimp, causing everyone's heart to ache. The beast's inner pain was vividly expressed by Han Jiali's action.

  Her low voice echoed in the hall: "She is so beautiful, so beautiful, I, how can I appear in front of her."

  Han Jiali's body slowly straightened again, as if she had made some kind of decision. She opened her hands and began to dance with her own body, the thick Santa Claus costume on her didn't hinder her at all, but instead added a sense of heaviness to her light footsteps, which inexplicably brought sadness amidst joy.

  She danced alone, but it seemed like this should be a duet, she was like a humble supporting actor, always following the footsteps of another person who didn't exist.

  The beast expressed his humble love for her with utmost sincerity.

  Han Jiali's dance steps suddenly became disordered, as if she couldn't catch up with someone else's footsteps. After a crazy three-week spin, she fell to the ground in exhaustion, looking up and wailing loudly: "No, no, I can't bear to just watch her anymore."

  Her head drooped weakly, then suddenly lifted high, and with a mighty effort she sprang to her feet, took one step forward, dragged the other foot after it, brought them together, made a sudden leap, threw out her arms with a flourish, executed a dashing bow, and stood revealed in all her tattered finery.

  It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck from the sky, and Han Jiali's body went limp and collapsed to the ground, as if all her strength had been drained away. She fell back weakly, her soft movements in stark contrast to her previous vigor and strength.

  She took three steps back and suddenly fell to the ground, a low mournful sound bursting from her throat, that kind of sorrow, beyond cure.

  Everyone understood, the beast was rejected, but he could only cry alone after leaving the beauty, what a great love, completely for the sake of fulfilling each other.

  There were emotional female audiences in the audience who were thoroughly moved by Han Jiawei's performance.

  The profound impression that Meng Yu had left on the guests was completely whitewashed, and everyone unanimously believed that it was normal for a beauty to behave in such a way, because the beast loved her so much and thought of her so much.