In the end, Xia Yangyang had almost completely given up.
She rotated following Gu Qi Chen's rhythm.
The music seemed to linger in her ears.
All around her, couples were gracefully dancing and kissing.
Perhaps she was truly hidden in the darkness, concealing her discomfort and shyness.
Or perhaps, everyone else was doing something outrageous, and if you didn't, you would be the odd one out.
In the end, Xia Yangyang forgot to struggle, forgot to push away.
She even began to somewhat enjoy it.
Gu Qi Chen still smelled the same way she remembered.
It was that crisp, clean scent, both refreshing and intoxicating—an orchid fragrance.
Xia Yangyang didn't know if it was because she was suffocating.
Or if it was because the dancing made her dizzy.
Her mind was blank.
She felt as if she were lying in the middle of a large flower field in Provence.
Under the scorching sun, feeling warm all over.
She didn't know how much time had passed.
The dance ended.
