Hu Xiaotian was no professional ballet dancer, after all, and he remembered only a handful of movements. Once he finished drawing, he tossed aside what little remained of the charcoal stick, dusted off his hands, and said, "That's all I remember. Miss Huo, you're as clever as ice and snow are pure. I'm sure you'll glean some of the mysteries of Pointe Dance from these."
He glanced at the group waiting for him in the distance and said softly, "Perhaps I should go!" His eyes rested on Huo Xiaoru's breathtakingly beautiful face. "I wonder whether you'll still remember me the next time we meet, Miss Huo."
A lovely blush spread over Huo Xiaoru's face. Her long black lashes fluttered, and she said softly, "I wouldn't dare forget you! I'm more afraid that by then, you'll no longer remember who I am."
With heartfelt tenderness, Hu Xiaotian said, "You're already etched into my bones and carved into my heart!"
Huo Xiaoru bit her cherry-red lip. Her gaze was as gentle as spring water, yet her expression remained doubtful. Although she admired Hu Xiaotian's talent, she was even more aware of his status. Perhaps their relationship could never extend beyond mutual admiration. How could she expect a noble young gentleman like him to remember a lowly dancing girl?
At that thought, the smile vanished from Huo Xiaoru's face. She beckoned to Wan'er, who held a painting scroll in both hands.
Seeing yet another painting, Hu Xiaotian realized that giving these things must be all the rage in this era. It seemed that if he wanted to capture beautiful women's hearts in the future, this was where he should start. He would have to put more work into honing his painting skills.
Hu Xiaotian took the scroll and smiled at Huo Xiaoru. "What