Ye Xingguang's hand dropped onto Xiao Mi Hu's shoulder, whispering something in her ear, to which Xiao Mi Hu responded with a smile. Then, they began to dance.
Ye Xingguang in a white shirt performed the male steps, and Xiao Mi Hu in a long dress performed the female steps.
While she was a girl, the steps she took exuded a sense of grandeur even more extravagant than a man's, carrying an undertone of languid tenderness.
The alternating bright and dim lights shone on the two girls.
This unconventional sight was not comical or ludicrous. Instead, it was refreshing. The girl executing the male steps moved with agility and power. Each motion, every action, was measured just right, exuding confidence and arrogance.
The girl performing the female steps, although stiff at first, increasingly moved with confidence and grace under the rhythmic lead of the other girl, like a lightweight disc gliding in the air.
Their commanding performance of the waltz in the dance floor was captivating.
