"Xuanxuan, that's wonderful," Di Xiaxia said sincerely, smiling, "Congratulations. I hope under Nangong Jin's guidance, your dance skills will soar so high that your hands tire from receiving awards and you ascend quickly to the international dance stage."
"Will do," Nangong Jin unexpectedly spoke before Di Jinxuan, a cigarette lit in his calm demeanor.
His tone was full of certainty.
Di Jinxuan's heart fluttered. He had spoken with such certainty. Could it really happen?
Unable to resist, Di Jinxuan stole a glance at him, finding him already looking back at her.
His gaze was casual yet lazy, a faint ring of smoke curling around his slender fingertips.
Their eyes met, and Nangong Jin's lips curved into a smile, slightly askew and a touch mischievous. Suddenly, he mouthed the words, "Love you."
Di Jinxuan's cheeks flushed, and she quickly averted her gaze, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
