I subconsciously asked the question.
Even after saying it, I realized, but I still didn't regret it.
I've always been like this, not liking to beat around the bush.
Hearing my straightforward words, Vincent Sinclair lowered his head and chuckled softly.
His hand encircled my waist, guiding me to spin within the dance floor.
I silently coordinated with his movements.
Finally, after the dance ended, we were extremely close.
He lowered his head, eyes drooping.
He softly said, "Do you believe in... love at first sight."
As he said this, the tenderness in his eyes was like an impervious net, ensnaring me tightly.
"..."
*
I don't remember when I left the center of the dance floor, but when I found myself on the balcony outside the banquet hall, feeling the cold wind blowing and slightly dissipating the heat on my face, my rationality began to gradually return.
But even so, I could still feel the burning sensation behind my ears.
