Her expression was dangerous and unrestrained, like an opium poppy blooming in the deep darkness of the night, He Qing and Lu Shaodan's minds were refreshed once again.
In their impression, Lou Lan had always been a woman with a broad and kind heart, who was solely focused on dance, but it was not until today that they realized she did harbor resentment, which had simply been suppressed by dance, her beloved, and other more cherished memories. Now, as her revenge was about to be fulfilled, Lou Lan no longer restrained herself, and even her tone of speaking became ghostly and eerily penetrating.
Lu Shaodan's fingers trembled slightly, and He Qing immediately took hold of her palm, while sizing up the unfamiliar Lou Lan, she said, "Don't worry, leave the dance to you, I've already arranged everything else."
Looking at Yu Dandan's familiar face revealing the grateful expression that once belonged to Lou Lan, He Qing and Lu Shaodan both found it hard to bear looking directly at it.
