In comparison, Wei Shuwan was much more reserved, making it even more difficult for her to express the idiom clearly.

Seeing that there was no more room on her face to stick the note on, Wei Shuwan decided to go all out this time. After reading the idiom in the note, she got up and rummaged through the wardrobe, finally finding a pink shirt with water sleeves to put on, and began to dance around the room.

This dance costume was made by Wei Shuwan when she was learning the water sleeve dance in her early years, but she has been too lazy to dance in recent years, so the costume has naturally been put away.

Watching her young lady tossing her water sleeves high and then retracting them, Miaoxiang quickly guessed what the word was. Just as she was about to speak, Ziqiao secretly gave her a disapproving look.

Miaoxiang immediately understood, so she kept her mouth shut and refused to say those four words.

The two even started to hum along softly.

Wei Shuwan was initially just putting on a show of idioms, but Miaoxiang couldn't guess them for a long time, so she gradually started to challenge herself.

After years of neglecting her dance skills, she could never remember the next move after finishing the previous one. Several times she even got angry when she missed a beat. Had all her hard work over the years been for nothing, since she still couldn't even finish a single song?

Therefore, in the latter half, Wei Shuwan was no longer performing the idiom, but rather trying to prove that she could indeed dance a complete piece.

The branches were ablaze with bright flames, gleaming like silver. A young woman with a soft shawl draped over her arm moved her long sleeves, causing the candlelight to flicker gently, casting her shadow in a hazy, dreamlike manner.

The light and shadow trembled and shifted, like a beautiful dream.

When Li Qingchen silently descended from the courtyard wall into Fuquxuan, this was the first scene he saw inside.