The dim yellow light spilled across the backstage area, where she would sometimes raise her arms to practice movements, her figure as graceful as a willow. At other times, she would bend down to tie a ribbon, her fingertips twirling it lightly. In the backlight, her hair shimmered with a warm glow, and her yellow shadow cast a soft, graceful silhouette on the wall—like she had stepped out of an oil painting, even her fingertips seemed bathed in light.