Chapter 1297

With Charmine’s gesture, an assistant instantly went on stage with a wooden rack with two long scrolls by its side. The music played. Charmine held the brush as she wrote on the paper to the rhythm of the music. Each stroke was like a dragon that danced in the air; omnipotent yet elegant. As her brush landed, butterflies started to flutter her way from all directions, and what started as just a few then grew into tens and hundreds. Some rested on the paper while some danced around her brush. Even though her hand was moving, the butterflies remained where they were, unintimidated. The audience watched on with disbelief. They were so shocked that they forgot to cheer! Butterflies… So many butterflies! Charmine’s writing attracted that many butterflies? It was the twenty-first century! How magical! Everyone was bewildered at the sight, yet Charmine was unfazed as if she was in her own world. She continued to write, and with her powerful wrist, each stroke and brush