The "Soul Dance" gradually unfolded.
Teasing, elegance, ambiguity, and restraint.
The distance between them was just like this "A Step Away."
Seemingly far yet close, seemingly close yet far.
Although they were clearly intimate, cooperating seamlessly, she always felt that a thin mist-like barrier lay between them.
Invisible, untouchable, yet undoubtedly present.
…
The notes slowly came to an end, and the living room descended into absolute silence.
A few seconds later, Qiuqiu suddenly began to clap, very forcefully.
Tang Song put down the violin, his emotions gradually detaching from the performance state.
Looking at his partner who still had her eyes closed, he smiled and asked with a hint of anticipation and pride in his voice, "How was it? Satisfied?"
Gao Mengting slowly opened her eyes, still a bit dazed.
She said softly, "That was amazing... you really surprised me."
Tang Song beamed, his eyes shining with clarity.
