Two figures.
One black, one white.
Ye Wan, wearing a black T-shirt, had somehow produced a half-mask and fastened it to her face, now revealing only her cold, sharp chin.
Jiang Keer, in a little white dress, had let her hair spill out from her usual bun, the strands cascading over her shoulders, her smile gone as she looked intently at her dance partner.
A knight and a princess, don't you think?
The judges still appeared calm.
The students in the audience were staring with wide eyes.
Elder Qi, with a smile, said, "Latin dance! Not bad, not bad, I like it!"
As soon as the words were out, the rousing dance music surged.
"It's 'Nature'!"
"A Latin dance hit, both sisters are amazing!"
…
Everyone knew that beneath the mask was Ye Wan, unmistakably a girl.
But once the dance began, everyone felt that the figure in black was a male dancer.
And beneath the mask surely lay a deep, handsome, attractive face.
The male dancer was dashing.
The female dancer was cool and spirited.
