She suddenly leaped into the air, soared incredibly high, and descended like a fairy, followed by a deep waist-bending move.
Her delicate torso bent down, eliciting a burst of admiration from everyone; such a difficult move, yet she performed it with such grace.
Her dance movements grew quicker and quicker, culminating in a spin.
Onlookers could barely make out the movements of her feet as she spun around exceedingly fast, as though about to take flight.
Beautiful as a fairy, yet beguiling as a sprite.
Nobody had ever embodied these two extreme sensations in one person, but Qin Yin did—ethereal and pure, enchanting and alluring.
She had no idea how many times she had spun or how fast she was going; all she felt was a desire to dance for Nan Sichen at that moment, a dance he would never forget.
Yet, she wanted to keep spinning right there, to the end of time, letting him keep watching, forever and always.
