With the music guiding her steps, Feng Qingxue suddenly felt as though she had returned to a modern dance ball.
Gentle music, elegant dance steps, men and women with shoulders touching and speaking in whispers, the aroma of liquor wafting through the air, all blending into what could be called the splendor of luxurious attire and rich fragrance.
Lu Jiang hooked her slender, soft waist with one hand, "What are you thinking about?" She even stepped the wrong way and trod on his foot.
Feng Qingxue snapped back from her wandering thoughts, quickly changing her dance steps to match Lu Jiang's rhythm. Everywhere she looked, there was only a dim black, gray, blue, and green, none of the vibrant colors she had glimpsed in her daze.
Lu Jiang asked again, and she curled her lips into a smile and said, "It's my first time attending a dance like this, a bit nervous."
