At six o’clock in the afternoon, Ji Yang called Xiang Qiuci after work to pick her up. However, she could not get away, so she had to let Ji Yang go back first.
It was almost eight o’clock when the crowd dispersed.
Xiang Qiuci, who was dressed in a white dance dress, was glowing all over. Her every move was so elegant that it was amazing. She sat on the floor and looked at the silence in the room. Her mood was much brighter.
Perhaps, only dancing could make her forget all her worries.
Thinking of this, she slowly stood up and danced in front of the mirror again.
The tip of her fair and delicate feet touched the ground like a dragonfly skimming the water. She was as light as a butterfly that was about to fly away.
Sweat slowly flowed down her smooth forehead, but she did not know it at all. She looked at herself in the mirror and danced like a graceful swan.
She was like a little girl wearing red dancing shoes. She kept jumping and spinning, never stopping..
