Long, soft curls fluttered, obscuring Helian You's face; her figure was even more alluring than her countenance.
Those with weak willpower watched her dance, wishing desperately to rush to her and pay homage.
"You learn quickly," Long Yinxiao praised her.
Who could have imagined that just days ago, she couldn't waltz and repeatedly stepped on his toes.
Yet in a mere few days, with her unparalleled comprehension and agile body, she surpassed professional dancers.
In dance, she was exceptionally talented.
As the last note fell to the ground, Helian You twirled away from Long Yinxiao's hand.
The man extended his arm, his brown eyes gazing as the woman drifted further away; his fingertips brushed by her swinging hair, leaving no trace of warmth...
As she distanced herself, the light in Long Yinxiao's eyes was completely extinguished.
Frozen in the dance floor, the pair became surrounded by enthusiastic applause from outside the floor.
