He just stood there, his stature notably tall among the dancers, yet he towered over the professors.
His exquisite, jade-like face had slightly tilted, thin crimson lips, which looked roguish but captivating.
Moreover, he audaciously had a slender cigarette in his mouth. The graceful, blue smoke twirled around his thin lips, seemingly reluctant to leave.
His peach-blossom eyes slightly drooped, appearing to listen intently to whatever the professors were saying.
The professors, one by one, were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood, almost breaking into tears of joy.
Di Jinxuan truly didn't know that—even with a ten-year hiatus—Nangong Jin could hold such a prestigious position in the dance world.
She didn't know because she had not been part of his glorious past.
He was acclaimed as a prodigy at fourteen, and so far, he was the only one to achieve this at that age.
