Xia Weibao wanted to refuse, but Long Xuanye did not give her the opportunity to decline.
The jade-green jade flute pressed against his lips, as the melodious sound of the flute spilled forth from his crimson lips.
He didn't say what piece it was, nor did he ask if Xia Weibao knew it.
Because he knew, she would.
Xia Weibao furrowed her brows, what tune was this?
Why had she never heard it before?
Yet, there was an inexplicable familiarity.
Upon hearing the flute sound, something inside her stirred restlessly, and her hand involuntarily lifted.
Familiar dance steps continually emerged in her mind, and her body began to move naturally.
Her posture was light and elegant, the dance steps graceful, her hands like soft jade shoots.
The movements flowed seamlessly, like a stream running smoothly.
Her classical dance was already beautiful, with a very strong foundation.
