"It's okay, if there's nothing else after the dance, you can come find me again. I'll be here waiting for you." He waved to her, politely bidding farewell.
"Alright."
Su Jiuyi lifted her dress and left the guest cabin, running toward the dance floor. From afar, she could hear the melodious and lingering music coming from the dance floor. The collaboration between the cellist and saxophonist was seamless, performing wonderful music piece after piece. The men and women on the dance floor gracefully danced to the accompaniment, occasionally tiptoeing, occasionally twirling.
She ran over, panting. Shi Aoju was looking at his watch with his arms crossed, wearing a white mask. Although she couldn't see his expression, she knew that he, who usually disliked waiting for others, was surely upset.
"I'm sorry I arrived late." She continued to gasp for breath.
