In the dance hall.
The music for the final dance began to drift through the air.
Geng Yuehua placed her hand in Dong Xuebin's, and under everyone's watchful eyes, slowly rose with him.
Only then did Dong Xuebin realize what he was supposed to do. He hurriedly and respectfully gave District Governor Yuehua's fingers a gentle squeeze, led her onto the dance floor, then carefully glanced at her. His arm experimentally wrapped around her waist. Suddenly, he felt a movement behind his back—Geng Yuehua's arm had come up as well. Once they had assumed the proper position, they each extended their other arms, crossing them and clasping lightly.
It was a soothing tune.
Everyone began to dance, occasionally glancing toward District Governor Geng and Dong Xuebin.
No one could help being curious. They simply could not understand what District Governor Geng was thinking.
Dong Xuebin began dancing with Geng Yuehua as well. District Governor Yuehua's little hand was somewhat stiff, just like the rest of her, but her dancing was not stiff at all. Though her movements were somewhat conventional, her steps were nimble. She actually danced better than Dong Xuebin did; it was obvious she had learned before. Dong Xuebin, on the other hand, had never known how to dance. He was a complete beginner, and once he started with District Governor Yuehua, he could only follow Geng Yuehua's rhythm as she led him along. Geng Yuehua seemed not to care about him at all. She danced however she wanted, without paying attention to whether Dong Xuebin could keep up.
"District Governor Yuehua, you dance really well," Dong Xuebin praised.
Geng Yuehua gave a curt "Mm" and continued dancing without saying anything.
Dong Xuebin lowered his voice and said gratefully, "Thank you for today. You got me out of