Her sleeves swished elegantly, her footwork crisp.
People clapped and gasped.
"She's so good!"
"She's like a fairy!"
"It's over for that little girl Huaijin…"
But Huaijin just watched, arms crossed, expression calm.
Then the music shifted, light, playful, almost mischievous.
Huaijin took one step, then another.
Not like a child trying to copy adults or Yuanying, who seemed stiffly glued to tradition.
She danced like the wind.
Her posture was free, smooth, and alive.
Her steps were light and soft, her arms waving naturally, her sleeves billowing like clouds. She spun once, and the audience bloomed into applause.
"Waaahhh!! She's adorable!"
"She moves so well!"
"How is she this good?!"
Song Jue nearly dropped his sugar haw stick. "She's… she's amazing!"
Yun Jue's serious expression softened, his eyes widening just a bit. "…Beautiful."
Liang Lingzhi slammed her palm against her forehead. "Are you kidding me?! She's so good! Haha! Yuanying is in trouble!"
