Xiao Wu had always been reluctant to learn dance, but after being forced to practice several tis, she clamored to learn the "Paper Butterfly Dance."
Because this dance was choreographed by Granny Tang, there were exceptionally strict requirents for it. After Granny Tang gave Xiao Wu so tips several tis, Grandpa Tang also deeply rembered this particular dance.
However, in Grandpa Tang’s mory, this was probably the only dance that Tang Wu had put her heart into learning, and it was also the dance that she had spent a very long ti on and had never been able to master.
The reason was nothing else but Tang Wu’s insufficient basic skills and lack of flexibility, which rendered her unable to capture the essence of the dance.
Once Grandpa Tang pointed this out, Granny Tang noticed it for the first ti.
She subconsciously looked up at the pink figure.
Shi i, having taken off her coat, wore a pink turtleneck sweater, tall and slender.
Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, fluttering as she gracefully moved.
How beautiful.
Xiao Wu’s physique wasn’t as flexible or as slender, and as she grew into adulthood, Xiao Wu beca increasingly voluptuous. With her curvaceous figure, she essentially said farewell to classical dance.
Yet, at that mont, Granny Tang surprisingly saw a hint of Xiao Wu in her.
Though they were entirely different people, the only thing they had in common was this dance.
Granny Tang suddenly felt a wave of sadness, and the lody she was playing on the piano unconsciously slowed down.
But soon, Granny Tang snapped out of it.
Looking up, she was astonished to find that Shi i had matched her tempo and had not lost the connection between the music and the dance despite the slower lody.
Even more so, Granny Tang discovered that Shi i’s dancing skills were astounding.
With each sink, lift, stretch, and charge, her toes always touched the ground, her body stable yet light, just like an elegantly poised butterfly, swaying and fluttering in dance.
Grandpa Tang couldn’t help but be srized as well, watching her dance movents naturally brought back mories of Granny Tang when she was young.
That graceful and gentle deanor, he would never forget.
Suddenly, the tune escalated.
The pink butterfly, dancing with the wind, abruptly leapt, opened, and closed, her body flexible like water and strong as a cunning arrow yet gentle as ever.
She slightly curled her lips, her hands and wrists aligned, like twisting vines growing intertwined. Gradually rising, her delicate white fingers touched, forming a perfect bloom, brilliantly blossoming.
Awe flashed in Granny Tang’s eyes, and Grandma Shi was utterly astounded.
She had always thought this foolish girl was good for nothing and had no strengths, but who would have known, she truly shouldn’t be judged by her appearance!
Such skill, such technique, she must have started learning from a very young age!
But Shi i did not notice their gazes, completely imrsed in her world.
She had once dreamt of receiving a complint from her grandmother, praising her talent and achievents in dance.
She had spent a considerable amount of ti on the "Paper Butterfly Dance," knowing what moves to implent at each stage, but due to her lack of basic skills, she could never truly embody even a fraction of the paper butterfly’s charm.
And though this body hadn’t danced this choreography before, she could feel its flexibility and malleability—a satisfying sense of complete control over her body.
The lody gradually softened, and so did Shi i’s supple body, but suddenly, a woman’s voice sharply pierced through, "Xiao Wu?"
The voice, achingly familiar, jolted Shi i, nearly making her blurt out, "Mom."
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