The Dance Studio was on the first basement level of the club building,
a vast hall with clean, polished wood flooring reflecting the bright lights.
More than twenty slender or upright figures were reflected in the wall-to-wall mirrors, each practicing their dance moves with graceful poise.
But at first glance, all you could see was the tall figure of a black swan.
Taller and more slender than most women, her black ponytail framed an exquisite face that was focused, quiet, and cool. She stood before a mirror at the edge of the Dance Studio.
"There, see her? That's the gorgeous beauty I told you about."
In the corridor with its sheer curtain drawn over the window, the pretty girl guiding Fang Ran rested both hands on the windowsill, gesturing with her chin toward the figure inside as she spoke quietly to him.
"She's a senior who only joined the dance club this semester. She's especially good at Latin Dance. Even though she's about to graduate, she only comes by occasionally to practice on her own."
As though he had heard this for the first time—because he really was hearing it for the first time—
Fang Ran nodded along in surprise, having had no idea that Xia Yao had joined the dance club.
Come to think of it, Xia Jie hardly ever talked about what she had been up to after coming to Jing University.
"But even so, ever since she joined, way more people have been coming to visit our Dance Studio. Forget that almost ethereal temperament and face of hers—her height and legs are just unfair, aren't they?"
"Yeah, I think so too."
Hearing the envy and surrender in the voice of a girl who had originally been quite confident in her own looks and figure, Fang Ran, clutching