As the orchestral music approached its finale, Louis and Beatrice's dance became increasingly fluid.
The two of them seemed as if they had been partners for years, Beatrice's champagne-colored gown swirling, reflecting enchanting light and shadows.
"The dance is about to end, Louis, is there nothing you want to ask me?"
She had been expecting Louis to inquire about the matter with Qian, yet hadn't heard a word, and seeing the opportune moment during the dance slipping away, she finally spoke up.
"What's there to ask?"
He then felt Beatrice's grip tighten slightly, and he heard her say:
"I thought you would be angry."
Louis blinked and said, "Actually, I knew at the time that Qian was helping you adjust your outfit."
Beatrice playfully scolded, "Then why did you speak like that back then."
Louis was helpless.
Possibly picked up a bad habit from Alice.
In a serious setting, it feels a bit lacking without a little playfulness.
