Gao Han waved her arms, moving alone across the silent, fog-enshrouded stage.
Her movements were sometimes slow, sometimes quick, at times like a sudden thunderstorm, and at others as gentle as a spring breeze, but overall they were chaotic, without the slightest trace of transition.
If one only looked at her dance movements that resembled those of a child, no one could guess that she was a rising star in the domestic dance scene.
But she alone had to bear the brunt of that.
Back in the empty classrooms behind the auditorium, Lu Shaodan was spinning alone in the lonely room.
Throughout her life, she barely received a month's worth of dance training, which also included basic practice from her childhood.
That she could dance like this now was truly thanks to the spiritual power emanating from He Qing, refining both her and Yu Dandan's bodies.
