After filming her two stunning yet brief scenes as the courtesan, Su Qianqian officially began her training as a newcomer at Shen's Media.

For the past month, her life has become regular and fulfilling, revolving around two points: the company and the apartment.

That morning, the sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Shen's Media Dance Studio, scattering across the floor.

"Great! Excellent! Qianqian, that's exactly how it feels!"

The dance teacher's clear voice rang out in the empty practice room, filled with undisguised admiration.

This elegant middle-aged woman was once one of the top classical dancers in China.

At that moment, she was looking at the girl in the mirror, dressed in simple practice clothes.

Su Qianqian had just finished a set of continuous spins, and her breathing was still a little unsteady. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and a few strands of black hair clung to her flushed cheeks.

Her movements may still carry the awkwardness of a newcomer, but her innate sense of rhythm and physical expressiveness are far beyond what ordinary people can achieve.

Her eyes followed her movements.

As she lightly leaps, her almond-shaped eyes are clear, filled with pure joy and longing for the sunlight, and the corners of her lips naturally turn up, carrying an unconscious sweetness.

When her movements become slow and graceful extensions, her eyes instantly calm down, tinged with an ethereal melancholy, as if carrying untold secrets.

In a slow-motion still frame, her slightly furrowed brows and tightly pursed lips reveal a kind of resilient stubbornness.

When clean, it is spotless; when melancholy, it evokes pity; when stubborn, it is full of inner resilience.

"Your physical condition is excellent; your flexibility and coordination are top-notch."

The teacher walked over to her, gently lifted her outstretched arm to help her adjust it, her tone filled with genuine appreciation and excitement at discovering a hidden gem.

"But what surprised me the most was your sense of the camera and your ability to express emotions."

Pointing to her reflection in the mirror, the teacher said earnestly, "Many dancers can practice their movements to the highest standard, but when they stand in front of the camera or on stage, they lack that kind of appeal."

"The audience may think the dance is good, but it is difficult to truly get into it and appreciate the beauty. This is what is commonly referred to as the 'feel' of the dance."

But you are different.

The teacher looked at Su Qianqian with shining eyes: "Even though your dance skills still need polishing, your expressions, your eyes, and the emotions you put into each movement are all so spot on!"

"His camera presence and stage charisma are truly divinely inspired!"

Su Qianqian blushed even more at the teacher's straightforward praise. She lowered her eyelashes slightly, her pink lips curving into a shy yet satisfied smile: "Thank you, teacher. I will work even harder."

She loves dance, she loves this way of expressing herself and experiencing different lives through her body and expressions.

Deep down, behind that shy smile lay a secret known only to herself.