Seeing the result, David had an expression of inevitability.
His body naturally leaned back, looking relaxed.
He glanced in Yan Lingyi's direction, only to see her expression unchanged.
There was hardly any change.
This poised and composed woman always carries herself with grace, as if nothing in the world could provoke her emotions.
Brina returned backstage, immediately surrounded by a bunch of people offering compliments.
"Brina, your dancing was amazing!"
"Yeah, it was breathtaking, especially the final scene with the prince; it broke my heart."
"After watching your performance, I suddenly feel humiliated. I need to go back and practice hard, aiming to match you."
"Oh, I haven't even performed yet. Brina, your brilliance makes me reluctant to go up and embarrass myself."
With a smile on her face, Brina exchanged pleasantries with these people.
Yet her eyes remained cold, similar to the White Swan she portrayed—so beautiful, so noble, yet carrying a touch of arrogance.
