"I really can't dance."
Zhao Rong said sincerely.
He usually just watched others dance; dancing himself? Just imagining that scene was quite embarrassing.
Especially when it's dancing with a stranger...
The transparent woman nodded but still stretched out her hand.
Zhao Rong glanced at her shadow and probed: "No more dancing?"
The transparent woman nodded, and her outstretched left hand moved closer to Zhao Rong.
He thought for a moment, wiped his right hand on the clothes at his side, then reached out, grasping... a mass of soft air.
Yes, this transparent hand of the woman seemed like air, yet there was a soft resistance.
Their hands were intertwined.
The transparent woman smiled.
Zhao Rong didn't know why, although he couldn't see her expression, not even with the help of shadows, but he just felt he 'saw' her smile.
Because... some smiles are infectious, even without direct encounter.
Zhao Rong smiled too, "Where are you taking me?"
