Between the two dance pieces, there was a simple transition music, a solo organ piece. The delightful melody flowed like an evening breeze brushing the treetops, coaxing a flock of birds into soft chirping.
The young warlock and witch slowed down their dance steps, but their bodies remained close together, showing no intention of parting.
"The rhythm of the next piece should be a bit more relaxed, not as pressured as this one." Jiang Yu's expression visibly relaxed. Earlier, Zheng Qing's flustered dance was practically a disaster; it wasn't until the music slowed that the young cost student regained his composure, matching the witch's rhythm.
"Merlin above... Actually, my dancing isn't that bad; I was just a bit nervous," Zheng Qing muttered softly, his mind full of thoughts on how to prove himself with the next dance. The heat on his face finally subsided, allowing him to feel the slight chill of the night breeze once more.
