His outfit... looks like the dance costume he wore when he was in Ruyifang.
"you......"
Before she could say anything, Wanran bowed to her leisurely and said, "Miss Jiang, please allow Wanran to dance for you."
After he finished speaking, the sound of stringed instruments began to play from somewhere, lingering and melodious.
Before Jiang Ling could stop her, Wanran started dancing in the morning mist to the music.
Raise your hands and legs, rotate and pitch, as light as a spring swallow spreading its wings, and as graceful as a fluttering butterfly.
His sleeves and black hair fluttered in the wind, moving with his movements. He walked lightly, raised his head and leaned forward, and every movement was perfect and beautiful.
She sings and dances gracefully, as elegant as a startled swan.
Jiang Ling stared at him without blinking, her eyes shining, her face showing admiration and surprise, completely attracted by his dancing.
The snow in the yard had not melted yet, and when illuminated by the morning sun, it emitted a crystal-clear glow.
Wanran was only wearing this dress. His cheeks were already red from the cold, and white mist came out with every breath he took, which made his face look like the enchanting scholar fairy in ancient legends. His every frown and smile was captivating.
After the dance, Wanran had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead and was breathing slightly.
He was just about to ask her if she liked it and called her name when he saw Jiang Ling heading straight for the wing where he lived.
Wanran was stunned and couldn't help wondering if her dancing skills had deteriorated because she hadn't danced for a while.
He pursed his lips slightly, feeling a little nervous, and wanted Jiang Ling to give him another chance.
After these days of treatment, his strength has recovered by 50%, and he is now able to dance. The reason he was beaten by Huang Shou was because he was poisoned and lacked strength. His muscles and bones were weak and he could not dance.
He took two steps forward and saw Jiang Ling coming out with his cloak in his hand.
Jiang Ling walked up to him without saying a word and helped him put on his cloak.
Her tone was blaming, like that of a worried old mother.
"You're wearing such thin clothes, are you hoping to freeze to death before you're poisoned?"
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