unfought battle

Left with a bird nest hair and ruffled clothes, the woman became infuriated. Her fist struck the wooden table next to her. The table immediately shattered into a hundred broken pieces, the bottles of perfume arranged on the table fell to the ground, some miraculously surviving the fall while other broke apart, filling the air with the smell of perfumes.

Compared to the gloomy mood in this room, the hall was filled with squeals and ogling sounds. The orchestra tunes had reach the climax, like the ending of an opera song, the rushed hitched tone led to Raaya fastening her dancing steps. Since it was part of her job to sing, she had ended up with humming along with the music. No particular lullaby but the continuous humming stuck to the minds of the crowd that they would feel empty a second they didn't hear the sound. With her red robe also flying through the air around Raaya as he body moved swiftly and stylishly on the podium.