Shen Nianxi, dressed in a light green dance dress embroidered with lifelike peach blossoms, gracefully entered the stage. Her movements were light and agile, like a peach blossom blooming in the spring breeze, her eyes conveying the gentleness and shyness of an Eastern woman. Her toes touched the ground lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water; her flowing sleeves billowed like drifting clouds. Every glance, every movement, was imbued with her love for dance and her longing for her homeland.

The audience below the stage was completely captivated, and applause thundered.

Gu Yanchen stood by the curtain backstage, his gaze fixed on Shen Nianxi's figure, his eyes filled with admiration and praise. He watched her shine on stage, watched her tell Eastern stories through dance, and an indescribable emotion welled up within him. He knew that this seemingly delicate girl possessed a resilient spirit, just like her dance—a blend of gentleness and strength that was deeply moving.

The performance concluded successfully, and a celebratory banquet was held in the theater's banquet hall. The light from the crystal chandelier illuminated joyful faces, and amidst the melodious music, people raised their glasses in celebration, their laughter echoing throughout.

Chen Nianxi, dressed in a white gown and holding a glass of champagne, stood alone by the window. Outside, the Parisian nightscape was dazzling, the Eiffel Tower shimmering with golden light in the night. A cool evening breeze ruffled her hair, stirring up a deep longing for home. She thought of her family in China, of her mother's osmanthus cakes, of her little nephew's delicate, beautiful face, and of her father's steady gaze.

"What are you thinking about?" A familiar voice rang in my ears, carrying a faint warmth.

Shen Nianxi turned her head and saw Gu Yanchen walking towards her. He was wearing a black suit, tall and handsome. The light fell on his face, outlining his deep-set eyes and making him look even more charming.

"It's nothing." Shen Nianxi smiled, a hint of melancholy flashing in her eyes. "I'm just a little homesick."

Gu Yanchen nodded, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes. He walked to her side and stood beside her, gazing at the night view outside the window: "I understand. Although I was born in Paris, I go back to China every year. Every time I leave, I miss home. That longing is like an invisible thread, pulling at your heart, and no matter how far you go, you can't forget it."

He paused, turned his head, and looked intently at Shen Nianxi, his voice low and earnest: "Nianxi, I really like your dancing, and I really like you as a person. Would you be my dance partner? Not just on stage, but also... in real life."

Shen Nianxi's heart suddenly raced, pounding like a drum. She looked up and met Gu Yanchen's deep eyes. Those eyes were full of sincerity and expectation, and a hint of barely perceptible nervousness. His gaze was both intense and gentle, like a flame that warmed her heart.

She recalled every moment she had spent with Gu Yanchen these past few days, the unspoken understanding they shared when discussing dance, the joy they had spent exploring Paris together, and the unwavering determination in his eyes when he said, "My roots are in China." They were like-minded confidants, soulmates, and a ray of sunshine for each other in a foreign land.

Looking into Gu Yanchen's eyes, Shen Nianxi slowly curved a gentle smile onto her lips. She nodded gently, her voice soft yet firm: "I do."

Gu Yanchen's eyes lit up instantly, as if starlight had fallen into them. He reached out and gently took Shen Nianxi's hand, the warmth of his palm passing through his fingertips and into her heart. A bright smile spread across his lips, like ice melting and spring flowers blooming: "That's wonderful, Nianxi."

As the melodious music played, they smiled at each other, their eyes filled with affection that flowed gently like the spring waters of the Seine. The clamor of the victory celebration seemed to fade into the background at that moment, and only the two of them remained in the world.

Shen Nianxi leaned on Gu Yanchen's shoulder, gazing at the dazzling night view outside the window, her heart filled with unprecedented joy. She knew that this overseas performance had not only marked an important step in her artistic journey, but had also led her to meet the person she could spend her life with.

Images of her family flashed through her mind. She seemed to see her mother standing under the peach tree in the courtyard, waving to her; her father sitting at the pear wood table, smiling at her; her brother holding her little nephew, his eyes filled with contentment. A strong longing welled up in her heart; she wanted to take Gu Yanchen back to that warm home, to let him meet her family, to let him taste her mother's osmanthus cake, and to let him see how beautiful the place where she was born and raised truly was.

Meanwhile, far away in the Shen family's small building in the Hongqi Production Brigade, Lin Wanqiu was holding Shen Nianzu, sitting under the peach tree in the courtyard. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her and on little Nianzu's rosy face. Shen Tingzhou sat beside her, holding a book, but his gaze was fixed on his wife and grandson, a gentle smile on his lips.

A spring breeze swept by, and peach blossoms fluttered down, landing in Lin Wanqiu's hair, on Shen Nianzu's swaddling clothes, and on the open pages of Shen Tingzhou's book. Lin Wanqiu gently rocked the baby in her arms, her eyes filled with tender longing. She didn't know that her daughter, far away in Paris, had already found love and was about to embark on her journey home with a like-minded partner.