Yin Tingxue continued to dance with her sword, the sword movements flowing fluidly. Her figure, wrapped in a padded jacket, moved gracefully, leaving marks on the paper boards attached to the wooden stakes. She danced intently, momentarily forgetting the passage of time.
The sun tilted westward.
"Quite a sight to behold."
A voice suddenly spoke, and Yin Tingxue looked up to see Chen Yi approaching slowly.
Zhou Yitang quietly tossed away the tree branch.
Chen Yi walked towards Yin Tingxue. The girl's graceful sword dance resembled a red lion spinning happily. Only in the moments she paused could one see the youthful vigor and heroic spirit.
Upon hearing the compliment, Yin Tingxue's eyebrows raised slightly, "It's not that good."
"If I say it's good, then it's good." Chen Yi lightly tapped his toe, leaping over the wooden stake, and embraced her, ruffling her hair, "Your dance is very beautiful."
