"...It's you?"
He was overjoyed to understand what was going on.
Clearly, the Tantai Qin in front of him was the gentler version of the one from the Heavenly Realm; no wonder she hadn't killed him with a single sword strike.
"How could you..."
Just as Shen Qian was about to ask a question, Tantai Qin stood up and presented her fair and slender hand to Shen Qian, interrupting his question.
Can you dance?
"Uh, no... but I can learn on the spot!"
Shen Qian grasped Tantai Qin's hand, quickly searched his mind for a television clip of ballroom dancing, and memorized all the movements in a second.
The podium and desks were pushed aside by an invisible force, leaving an empty space in the lecture hall.
Shen Qian gently embraced Tantai Qin, gliding her steps across the dance floor.
Tantai Qin was clearly not good at this kind of dance, and perhaps she was drunk, as she would stagger from time to time.
But Shen Qian could sense that she was very relaxed. She didn't even use the power of a martial artist to correct herself. Her slender body swayed with Shen Qian, and her face remained gentle.
As the music ended, Tantai Qin suddenly pushed Shen Qian away.
"I'm not very good at modern dance."
While Shen Qian was still somewhat confused, a faint sound of a zither drifted from somewhere.
The sound of the guqin gradually became clearer, echoing throughout the lecture hall.
The full moonlight strangely pierced through the sky and fell on the woman in the black dress who stood quietly.
At a certain moment, as the music resumed, she suddenly moved.
Her long hair cascaded down her back, dancing in the night breeze with her movements, while her black skirt trailed to the ground, blooming like a flower bud.
As the music grew more melodious, she lingered gracefully in the moonlight.
Sometimes it moves slowly like a light cloud, sometimes it spins like a gust of wind, sometimes it is hazy and ethereal, and sometimes it is charming and beautiful.
Her long sleeves, opening and closing, concealed her already stunning beauty, making her even more graceful and elegant.
Never before had Shen Qian felt so distant from her.
She was right in front of me, dancing for herself with the most passionate gesture, yet she seemed so far away, untouchable, and high above me.
In a daze, Shen Qian smelled a strong floral fragrance, but he couldn't immediately tell which kind of flower it was.
Whether in reality, on television, or in dreams, I had never seen such a beautiful and breathtaking dance before, and I was already unconsciously immersed in it, unable to extricate myself.
She seems to have been dancing here for thousands of years, having long since danced through all the joys and sorrows of human life.
"Dancing with my shadow, how unlike the mortal world..."
He murmured to himself before sinking down, a single tear uncontrollably streaming down his face.
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