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Richard nodded in agreement. “Alright as you wish,” he said. To be honest, he had already realized that Renea’s main reason for wanting to wear a veil was to conceal her face. Renea nodded in gratitude. The crowd cheered when Richard worked on to stage in a white suit under the dim illumination. Richard walks to the piano and takes her seat. The light fell from above, casting him in a surreal grow that made him seem untouchable. As the enchanting melody of the piano began, a spotlight illuminated the other end of the stage. A woman dressed in a white, classical attire wearing a veil, moved gracefully in a dance. The piano melody alternates between the gentle flow of a mountain stream and the grander river rushing through a mountain range, stirring the depths of hearts. The dance followed the music with each step, akin to the blossoming of water lilies. Renea dances gracefully and beautifully, just like a picturesque scenery. In particular, the veil was half concealing and half revealin