Life has dreams, but perhaps they can only ever remain dreams.
Li Jiaqi smiled as she extended her small hand towards him. He returned the smile, jumped down from the railing, straightened his collar, and stepped forward to her.
He took her small hand, then with an elegant spin, it was the perfect posture of a Latin dance.
She widened her eyes, originally thinking he couldn't dance, never expecting him to be so skilled...
Following the rhythm of the music, he gracefully spun her around, his soulful eyes always fixed on hers.
At this moment, she felt like she was floating.
Like a happy little bird, carried by him into the clouds, drifting away.
Everything around them disappeared; at this moment, there was only his graceful figure and passionate gaze.
The dance ended!
She felt slightly dizzy, buried her small face in his chest, and gasped deeply.
After a while, she lifted her head with a light laugh, "You dance so well!"
