In the middle of the dance floor, there was a musician with a black bow tie, passionately playing a slow waltz...
There were many people dancing, with lights and shadows creating a colorful illusion; she entrusted herself to this seemingly complete stranger.
The black tuxedo encased his slender figure, and the pure black little devil mask concealed his face thoroughly, leaving only a pair of sharp eyes.
She was somewhat absent-minded.
If he hadn't taken the initiative to invite her, she would never have reached out her hand to him.
It was entirely to reciprocate Ye Huanyan's kind intentions; since she was here, she might as well dance a little!
His large hand was broad and warm, one hand encircling her waist, the other gently holding her shoulder.
Their movements were skillful and in harmony, as if with a very familiar old friend.
She didn't feel the slightest discomfort, on the contrary, she felt very relaxed.
With the rhythm of the music, her body gently swayed.
