In the evening, it really tends to have gripping shows, too bad the captain wasn't there to see it.
Clara's information was indeed amazing, but interrupting others is rude, so Fu Qian didn't pursue, he just lingered lazily watching the performance.
Instead, after dropping such a huge piece of information without receiving any reasonable feedback, Clara felt somewhat off.
But her professional strength quickly showed; even with a momentary distraction, her standing posture remained full of grace.
It was clear it wasn't just a casual hobby; a significant amount of diligence had been put into it.
After that, under the starlight shrouded in light mist, facing the ripples of the deep lake, she truly began to move.
At this point, silence spoke louder than words. Although Fu Qian had little exposure in this regard, and around him, only the sound of the lake's rippling, accompanied by an excellent show of movement, he felt as if he could hear the rhythmic beat of a drum.
