Spring sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Academic Affairs Office, spreading a warm golden glow across the floor.
A breeze swept by, and the old locust tree outside rustled. A few tender green leaves spun down, only to be caught up by the wind again. They paused briefly on the windowsill before slipping quietly away.
Inside, a fiery-red figure danced gracefully, twin swords in hand.
Yan Lingji had changed into a scarlet outfit today. The skirt hem fell just above her knees, revealing a pair of long, straight legs.
Her bare feet touched the polished floor. Her ankles were slender, her toes round as pearls, and every turn and leap carried an indescribable rhythm.
The twin swords in her hands, named Ice Fire Clear Shadow, seemed to come alive: one gleamed with a deep-blue chill, while the other shimmered with crimson flames.
As the blades crossed, ice and fire mingled, transforming into countless dazzling patterns of light.
It was a sword dance, and a feast for the eyes.
Zhao Linchuan lounged against the sofa by the window, a cup of tea in hand. His gaze followed the fiery-red figure, a faint smile playing on his lips.
The tea had gone cold, but he hadn't noticed. He simply watched in silence, as if the most beautiful sight in the world were right before him.
When the dance ended, Yan Lingji lowered her swords to her sides. The light of ice and fire slowly faded, until at last all was still.
She breathed lightly, fine beads of sweat glistening at her temples in the sunlight.
Those captivating eyes turned toward Zhao Linchuan. Her gaze flickered, half smiling and half teasing.
Zhao Linchuan set down his teacup, rose, and applauded softly.
"My dear, those swords suit you perfectly." He walked over