Yun Qiao smiled. “Of course. Sister Mei Li, I like to chat with kind people!”
The two women smiled at each other and clinked their glasses again.
The dance music in the distance sounded. Zhao Xiaoyue came to find them to dance, and Yun Qiao brought Luo Meili along.
They did not find a male partner. Instead, a few actresses surrounded them and danced as they pleased. It was actually more interesting than a formal ballroom dance.
Yun Qiao did not know much about the dance steps of this world to begin with. Without any restrictions, she simply danced one of the palace dances of the Yun nation, the peony dance.
Her dance was majestic and unrestrained. It attracted everyone to circle around her and clap along with her.
Luo Meili, Zhao Xiaoyue, and the others were also inspired to follow Yun Qiao and learn the peony dance that they had never seen before.
For a moment, the sound of laughter spread far and wide.
In the infirmary.
