Jiang Yiheng promised, but it was of no use.

Because a minute later, he stepped on Song Yi's foot again.

Song Yi screamed, let go of Jiang Yiheng instantly, and staggered back three steps.

The distance between the two of them at this moment was less than two meters, but it seemed like a whole world apart.

Although Song Yi also had no talent in dancing, she was better than Jiang Yiheng.

Just to say one thing, she didn't step on people.

Jiang Yiheng wanted to say something, but he had an expression of not knowing what to do. He was so confused that he didn't even know where to put his hands.

Song Yi stared at Jiang Yiheng's face and said, "I have a question."

Jiang Yiheng: "You tell me."

Song Yi smiled, of course there was some gnashing of teeth in this smile, "You are usually so cold and never talk to people. Is it to cover up the fact that you know nothing?"

If anyone in St. Sly College heard Song Yi's words, they might laugh out loud. How could Minister Jiang, the perfect Jiang Xueshen in everyone's mind, know nothing?

The boy was silent for a few seconds and whispered, "It's not that I know nothing, it's just..."

Song Yi asked, "Just what?"

Jiang Yiheng lowered his eyes and spoke even more quietly, "It's just that you have seen everything I don't know."

Song Yi: "......?"

Really? Why doesn't she believe it?

The two of them were deadlocked, and for a moment they didn't know what to do.

Song Yi was very firm in her bottom line, "I said it's the last time, it's the last time!"

There can't be a next time! Absolutely impossible!

Her feet! Her feet! It really hurts!

Song Yi looked at Jiang Yiheng angrily, and walked to the chair next to her, took off her shoes and checked her feet.

Her toes were a little red, but fortunately they were not swollen.

But Jiang Yiheng just left the dance studio.

Song Yi: "?"

Who is this person? He stepped on her like this and just left without saying sorry?

Song Yi was very reprimanded towards Jiang Yiheng in her heart. There were only less than ten minutes left before the class was over, and there was no point in going back to class now.

So Song Yi prepared to rest here for a while and go downstairs after school.

But less than five minutes later, footsteps were heard and the door was opened again.

Jiang Yiheng walked in quickly, his hair was a little messy, and his breathing was obviously rising and falling, obviously he had just run back.

Song Yi looked at him in confusion.

Jiang Yiheng had a bag in his hand, and he took out an ice pack and a pair of black slippers from it.

Jiang Yiheng knelt on one leg in front of Song Yi, lowered his head and gently pressed the ice pack in his hand on the back of her foot.

The cold feeling made Song Yi feel very uncomfortable, and she instinctively wanted to retract her foot.

Jiang Yiheng's other hand quickly grabbed her ankle and said only two words, "Don't move."

The boy's hands were extremely beautiful, slender and white, and the feeling of her ankle was as cool as jade.

Song Yi felt awkward and said, "Take it away quickly, it's not that serious."

It was just a few steps, it hurts, but it will be fine after a while, this is really making a fuss over nothing.

Jiang Yiheng didn't say anything, but just increased the strength of his hands pressing on the ice pack.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew through the half-open door.

Song Yi frowned and said, "Let go, I won't move."

Hearing Song Yi say this, Jiang Yiheng let go.

Jiang Yiheng put the pair of black slippers at Song Yi's feet, "I bought this before and I haven't worn it before."

Song Yi was wearing a pair of black leather shoes today, and it would indeed rub her feet if she wore them now.

So Song Yi nodded, "I know."

Jiang Yiheng sat down beside Song Yi, lowered his eyes and said softly, "I'm sorry."

"Forget it." Song Yi didn't want to argue with him, but suddenly asked as if he had thought of something, "You really can't dance at all?"

Jiang Yiheng nodded, "Yeah."

Song Yi didn't understand, "What about you before?"

With Jiang Yiheng's identity, shouldn't he often attend such dances?

Jiang Yiheng replied, "Hide, and escape if you can't hide."

Song Yi: "..."

What an unexpected answer.

Song Yi asked again, "What about this time? Why didn't you hide?"

When asked this question, Jiang Yiheng was silent for a long time.

So long that Song Yi thought he wouldn't answer, so she took off the ice pack, put on Jiang Yiheng's slippers, stood up and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, Jiang Yiheng's voice rang out behind her, "My mother is a dancing artist. She loves dancing very much, and my father fell in love with her because of this."

"But she really loves dancing too much, far more than her love for my father and me. When she was 35 years old, she got a very serious illness. If she were to receive treatment, she would gain weight, and her muscles would atrophy and become inconvenient to move, so she finally refused treatment. Even when my father and I knelt in front of her and begged her, she only lowered her head to adjust the dance skirt in her hands, without even looking at us."

"So in the end, she devoted her entire life to dance. She wore a beautiful dance dress and died in what she thought was the most perfect posture on the stage she loved all her life." When

Jiang Yiheng said this, his hands fell to his sides, and his slender fingers unconsciously grasped the hem of his clothes.

His voice was calm, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him.

However, beneath this calmness, there was endless pain, repression, and forbearance.

Song Yi pursed her lips, and suddenly she decided to forgive Jiang Yiheng.

It was miserable, too miserable.

Although Song Yi could not understand this love, in her opinion, nothing was more important than being alive, but she still looked at Jiang Yiheng and asked, "Then why did you suddenly decide to dance again?"

"I miss her."

Jiang Yiheng closed his eyes, his long eyelashes cast shadows on his cold face, but a closer look revealed that his eyelashes were actually trembling slightly.

"She's been gone for a long time, but I don't know why I've been dreaming about her recently. So I want to feel what she loves, and I want to know why she is willing to give up me, my father, and her own life for it."

Unfortunately, he still couldn't do it.

Perhaps it was the resistance and fear in his bones that prevented Jiang Yiheng, who has always had a strong learning ability, from learning to dance.

Song Yi stared at Jiang Yiheng's face, but his brain began to work.

Song Yi asked him, "So you still want to learn this time, right?"

Jiang Yiheng opened his eyes and looked at her, and replied, "Yeah."

"Don't leave here, wait for me!" Song Yi ran two steps towards the door, turned back and emphasized to Jiang Yiheng again, "Wait for me, wait for me!"

Song Yi dragged his injured foot and ran out, and the whole person suddenly became excited.

Oh my God! Oh my God! What kind of fate is this!

Jiang Yiheng dare not dance because of his mother, but Murong Huan is the president of the dance club!

Since Jiang Yiheng still wants to learn to dance, she will go to Murong Huan now! Let Murong Huan teach Jiang Yiheng to dance! What a good opportunity to develop a relationship!

She has tied this red line!

Song Yi thought so, and looked down at the slippers on her feet.

Although they look like a pair of plain plush slippers, they are surprisingly comfortable to wear, just like stepping on cotton, and the plush is extremely soft.

When the bell rang, Song Yi just arrived at the door of Class B.

The classmates came out one after another, packing their schoolbags. Song Yi waved to Murong Huan, "Here!"

Murong Huan saw it and walked towards Song Yi.

Shen Yujing behind him also saw it, so he followed.

Murong Huan smiled and asked, "Why did you come to see me?"

Song Yi glanced at Shen Yujing, and told Murong Huan everything that had just happened.

There was surprise in Murong Huan's eyes, "Did Jiang Yiheng tell you this?"

Song Yi nodded, and reached out to pull Murong Huan's wrist, "Go! Jiang Yiheng is in the dance studio! Go and teach him to dance! It's time to show your charm!"

Shen Yujing laughed behind the two of them, stretched out a finger and poked Song Yi's forehead, "What are you talking about? Do you know what charm is?"

Song Yi held Shen Yujing's wrist expressionlessly, and then began to twist it in the other direction.

"It hurts! It hurts!"

Shen Yujing shouted, and then looked at Song Yi with an anxious look, "It's going to break! It's going to break!"

Song Yi then let go of her hand, and then pulled Murong Huan again, "What are you hesitating about? Hurry up!"

But Murong Huan stood there, without taking the next step.

Song Yi realized that Murong Huan was not right, so she asked, "What's wrong?"

Murong Huan looked at Song Yi, her voice already filled with suppressed tears, "I didn't know about this, never knew."

Murong Huan said, then broke away from Song Yi's hand, ran two steps in the other direction, and then stopped again.

She turned around and looked at Song Yi again, raised her wrist to wipe her tears, and said, "Yi Yi, I know this is not your problem, and I also know that you told me this for my own good. But I may really...can't control my emotions now, I'm going to find him now, sorry!"

After Murong Huan finished speaking, she immediately trotted downstairs.

Shen Yujing's voice was full of doubt, and he asked, "What's wrong with her? Why is she crying for no reason?"

Song Yi frowned. Murong Huan's reaction made her start to reflect on what she had just said.

Soon Song Yi figured it out and covered her forehead with her hand. This situation seemed a little bad.

Murong Huan had liked Jiang Yiheng for so many years, and had known Jiang Yiheng for so many years, but she never knew Jiang Yiheng's secret.

And Jiang Yiheng told her easily, what did all this mean to Murong Huan?

Song Yi couldn't explain to Murong Huan. It might be because she had the aura of the heroine, so it was easier for her to gain Jiang Yiheng's trust. This reason sounded a bit outrageous.

"Ah? Do you understand?" Shen Yujing asked doubtfully, and then suddenly exclaimed "Ah!"

Song Yi was annoyed by his noise and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I just felt familiar with them, and finally remembered them!" Shen Yujing pointed at the slippers on Song Yi's feet and asked, "Why are you wearing Jiang Yiheng's slippers?"

Song Yi: "?"

Didn't Jiang Yiheng say that he had never worn these slippers? How come even Shen Yujing could recognize them?

So Song Yi asked, "How do you know?"

Shen Yujing shrugged and replied, "When I was in the first year of high school, Quan Le and I went to Jiang Yiheng's office to look through the confiscated snacks in front of him. We accidentally opened a box and he got angry again. Later we found out..."

Shen Yujing suddenly paused here, and then his eyes widened.

Because later they found out that the things in the box were left to him by Jiang Yiheng's mother, and each item was embroidered with his initials, so it was very precious to Jiang Yiheng.

Jiang Yiheng gave such an important thing to Song Yi? Even a fool would know what this means! Could it be that he likes Song Yi? !

Shen Yujing suddenly understood Murong Huan's mood, and his peach blossom eyes, which were always full of smiles, lost their former spirit in an instant.

Song Yi was very dissatisfied with Shen Yujing's behavior of being mute in the middle of his words, and continued to ask him, "What did you find out later?"

Shen Yujing's eyes fell on Song Yi's slippers again, and he said seriously, "Later we found out that he had a whole box of identical black slippers, all embroidered with his initials in silver thread!"

Song Yi: "......?"

Huh? Is that so? Jiang Yiheng is such a weird person.