At 7 p.m., "Spring Love" will begin.
"Spring Love" is a ballet adapted from Greek mythology, specifically the myths and legends of Adonis, the god of spring plants, and Aphrodite, the goddess of love.
Alexei plays the role of the male lead, Adonis.
The ballet begins, and Aphrodite, the goddess of love, enters the stage. The female ballet dancers' flowing tutus and beautiful makeup accentuate their perfect figures and vivid dance, making them incredibly beautiful.
Subsequently, King Kanilas of Cyprus and the stunningly beautiful Mira made their appearances, their primal lusts sowing the seeds of sin.
Myra was punished and transformed into a myrrh tree, from which Adonis was conceived and born.
With great anticipation, Alexei, playing the "handsome man" Adonis, makes his entrance.
Her dyed blonde hair cascaded down her ears, her eyes were silvery-blue, as if born from the depths of the sea, and her slender, athletic, pale body was adorned with intricate patterns woven from mysterious green, blue, and gold dyes.
The slightly long white robe draped over the lower body, the supple fabric wrapping around the body, the smooth, slender muscle lines showcasing a perfect combination of strength and beauty.
Wherever he went, spring flowers bloomed brilliantly, spring rain fell gently, and spring breezes brushed against his clothes in respect.
The mythical god of spring plants seems to have descended to earth.
At this moment, there is no Alexei, only Adonis, the god of spring.
In mythology, Adonis was a sinful bastard, but he was born with unparalleled beauty, and his beauty and sin were intertwined throughout his life.
Legend has it that he was nine feet tall, with features as handsome and exquisite as a flower, making everything else pale in comparison.
He is Tammuz from Babylonian mythology and Baldr from Norse mythology.
However, this love affair turned out to be a tragic failure.
Adonis, adored by the goddess, aroused the jealousy of Ares (played by Yaroslav), the god of war, and was assassinated during a hunt.
When Aphrodite, the goddess of love, returned, she found her lover's body already cold.
To preserve the body, she transformed Adonis's corpse into an anemone.
They flew to Zeus and pleaded with Hades, the god of the underworld.
Ultimately, they reached an agreement:
Every spring, Adonis would be reincarnated and return to Aphrodite's embrace, and in autumn he would have to return to the underworld.
Adonis, who dies and is resurrected every year, is forever young and forever beautiful.
He is Adonis, the spirit of spring plants.
The dance drama has come to a perfect end.
Alexei gave a perfect thank-you gift, and as he bowed his head, his body trembled slightly, and a drop of bright red blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Yaroslav grinned smugly.
...
Yaroslav pushed open the door to Alexei's lounge, his eyes flashing with a purple light, and all the surveillance equipment in his path went out of control.
He looked at the person lying on the sofa and locked the door behind him.
He walked to the sofa. Alexei, still in his stage makeup, lay on the sofa, blood congealed at the corner of his mouth, and he was no longer breathing.
Yaroslav gripped his neck with both hands, his breathing rapid with excitement: "Huff... huff... hahaha, hahahaha!"
Mikhail, you finally died by my hand!
You're just a lowly commoner, why do you always get to be on top of me?
"You've finally gotten your comeuppance, you're dead, hahaha..."
He was laughing wildly when the door to the lounge was suddenly kicked open!
With such force, the door slammed heavily against the wall and then fell completely to the ground.
Yaroslav turned around in surprise and met the person who was wrapped up tightly.
Both of them were stunned.
"Over here! Yes, that sasaeng fan has come this way!"
A cacophony of sounds, accompanied by approaching footsteps, brought into view the "dead" Mikhail, the "murderer" Yaroslav, and the "first eyewitness," a stalker.
"ah--"
The screams shattered the waning online buzz.
#Internal Strife within the Glacier Dance Troupe! Yaroslav Poisons Mikhail#
#Ballet Prince Mikhail Murdered#
As these topics exploded in popularity, in the Vokwov family's castle in southern North Sands, the captured Yaroslav stared in horror at the person sitting on a high chair in front of him:
"It's come back to life!"
At the head of the table was Alexei, dressed in a white Western European court-style suit. Unlike Mikhail's aloofness and indifference, his aura was like a glacier.
A butler in a white tailcoat stood beside him, calmly observing the people below.
"No, impossible! You're still alive!" Yaroslav was practically going crazy!
Alexei propped his head up with one hand and said, "Yes, let you know this cruel truth before you go in."
"Poor Jaros, I did not die as you wished. But you, you are to be executed for someone you have not even accused."
Yaroslav struggled and roared frantically, but Alexei snapped his fingers impatiently, flicking his fingertips, and a shard of ice flew out, slicing through his throat.
It wasn't deep, but it was enough to scare him into shutting up.
Deacon Daniel held him down, and Alexei stepped forward and knelt down in front of him:
“I didn’t originally intend to lay a hand on you; after all, to me you’re like an ant. But now…”
He looked intently at Yaros: "Sometimes people can be a little crazy."
"ah--"
The next moment, screams echoed throughout the room.
A moment later, a bloodied man was dragged away by bodyguards.
Daniel knelt respectfully before him: "Young Master, welcome home."
"Daniel, thank you for your hard work."
Daniel chuckled: "Serving the young master is my duty."
...
Alexei, wearing the family mask, walked down the corridor and encountered a beautiful lady.
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