The hem of their clothes fluttered lightly, the water-blue dress gauzy and gentle as water. The red brocade robe, fiery and fervent.
Every step Mu Qingge took landed perfectly on the beat. Qin Yiyao hardly needed to do anything, just follow her lead.
"Relax, I’ve got everything covered." Sensing Qin Yiyao’s tension, Mu Qingge whispered softly in her ear.
A warm breath brushed past the tip of her ear.
Qin Yiyao’s heart inexplicably skipped a beat, her ear tips turning red. ’Relax, I’ve got everything covered.’ These ordinary words made her feel an unexpected sense of reliance.
This feeling was unfamiliar to her.
Instinctively, she wanted to resist, but her body faithfully relaxed its tension.
Her fair cheeks blushed a rosy hue. In the midst of the dance, Qin Yiyao stole a glance at the profile so close to her. Those clear, deep eyes held not a hint of frivolity, clean enough to evoke guilt. The exceptionally beautiful face suddenly seed less detestable, making her subconsciously want to trace it with her gaze.
The tango represents passionate heat.
Yet, in Mu Qingge’s dance steps, it unfolded a different kind of allure. The two danced gracefully, sotis like entwined lovers, at others like separated ones.
The crisp, deft steps, the upright posture, moving with the lody, rging strength with softness, elevated this dance beyond those superficial courtly performances.
The wind began to rise.
It lifted the fallen petals in the garden, sweeping the pink petals into the air, toward the stage.
They all seed drawn by the two’s enchanting dance moves, accompanying them in dance.
The unfamiliar dance steps, the wondrous feeling, made Qin Yiyao lose her sense of reason for the first ti. She moved with Mu Qingge’s motions, her whole being like a fluttering butterfly, with a sense of freedom breaking away from restraints.
The wind brushing past her cheeks, the petals cascading before her eyes, made her forget the present mont, leaving nothing in her eyes but the one she danced with.
"So beautiful! What dance is this?"
"I’ve never seen it before."
"Such a dance and tune should exist only in the heavens, seldom heard on earth."
The music repeated endlessly, the dance never ceasing. At this mont, it seed everyone forgot the previous discordant atmosphere and the rciless sarcastic ridicule.
Everyone hoped this dance would never end.
Even Qin Jinhao’s eyes were full of astonishnt. His gaze was fixed tightly on that fiery red figure dancing like a fla on stage.
Si Mo’s deep eyes were dark and boundless. The luminescent glaze masked all his emotions, yet at this mont, a fiery red figure and the dancing petals reflected in those eyes.
Suddenly, a thought rose in his mind, almost uncontrollable.
’How wonderful it would be if the one dancing with Qingge was .’
In his fantasy, the dancing shadow deep in his eyes seed to change, the water-blue figure gradually faded, replaced by his ethereal white. He held that fiery red, leading her in a dance amidst the fluttering petals...
"Father, when did Qingge learn to dance?" Mu Lianrong asked, dazed.
Her eyes were already astounded by this world-shaking dance. She even doubted she was rely dreaming.
The asked Mu Xiong was equally puzzled; he had never seen such a distinctive dance, nor had he ever seen Mu Qingge dance. Unable to provide an answer to his daughter, he could only slowly shake his head.
Simultaneously, he inwardly blad himself for not caring enough about his granddaughter.
At the banquet, besides the lodious music, there was not a sound. Everyone’s eyes were wide open, admiring Mu Qingge’s breathtaking dance moves.
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