"Your mouth is as foul as your senior brother's, no wonder you have no dance partner. No woman would ever like a man like you." Spitting out those harsh words, Shui Ling abruptly turned to leave. But at that moment, she suddenly noticed that all the people in her sight, as if bewitched, have turned to look towards the entrance of the open-air atrium. And in line with this action, a perfect melody began resonating.
"Who said he doesn't have a dance partner, I am his dance partner."
The music suddenly stopped. The previously somewhat noisy ball became unusually quiet, seemingly even the stars in the night sky had dimmed. Everyone's gaze was drawn to the entrance of the ball. Even Thunder Emperor Frey, at this moment, couldn't help but constrict his pupils, letting go of Ye Xin in his arms.
