Compared to other girls, Tan You seemed particularly low-maintenance. After washing up, she only did the most basic skincare. That evening, for the shoot, she had put on some light makeup—a rare occasion for her—and even that felt like a hassle.
In her memory, Chi Mo would sit in front of the mirror for hours, just dabbing and smearing things on her face. Tan You couldn't understand it, but she respected it.
Around six o'clock, Tan You got up right on time. Chi Mo was a dancer and practiced in the dance studio nearly every day. Since Tan You wanted to continue Chi Mo's career, her dancing was one thing that absolutely, positively could not have any mishaps.
Ten minutes later, Tan You, bundled up in a down jacket, headed to the gym on the fifth floor. She had asked the front desk yesterday; the gym had a dance studio where she could practice her fundamentals.
