No, what he spoke of was not the dress, it was her.
"I'm going to dance, do you want to come and watch?" Mo Ran was very excited today and spoke many friendly words to him, a rarity.
Before Gu Yixuan could react, she grabbed his hand and ran towards the dance studio.
With the graceful and classical music playing, she stood still in the center, her body bending flexibly, forming an unopened, slender and upright white lotus.
Her dance was swaying gently; she was like the only spotless lotus in a pond, flitting in the breeze, blossoming. Every dance move was perfect, every expression deeply invested.
The layers of the skirt's hem blossomed out like the petals of a blooming lotus.
She curled up in the heart of the flower, like a beautiful sprite. She also merged with the white lotus, indistinguishable from it—one couldn't tell who was the lotus and who was her.
Standing by the side, Gu Yixuan watched her, spellbound, feeling a place in his heart collapse instantly.
