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Mei Bu Yao exuded a charming allure that was hard to ignore. The music was captivating, with a strong rhythm and an eerie narration that stimulated the ears. Not long after her recent performance abroad, a video of her had gone viral online, with many calling her a goddess, the Classical Dance Goddess.
It was no surprise that this original choreography would be showcased domestically, inspiring various dance groups to imitate it. She had grown accustomed to this; her original choreographies, whether group dances or solo performances, had gained popularity several times before. However, the heat of fame faded quickly in this fast-paced era, where beautiful things were fleeting moments to be savored visually.
Despite this, her dance career had indeed been impacted significantly. Even a little influence was meaningful.
In October, snow had already begun to fall in Russia. She walked down the street dressed in a thick sky-blue down jacket and a white knitted hat, snowflakes settling on her shoulders and head. She relished the feeling of walking alone, especially in such an atmosphere; the cold was worth it.
Wrapping herself tightly in her scarf, only her bright eyes were visible. Long eyelashes were dusted with snowflakes that fell away as the wind blew. She wandered aimlessly; there were no familiar faces or surroundings, allowing her to reveal her emotions without restraint.
To be honest, she was not satisfied with her performance; it hadn’t met her expectations. It felt slightly off compared to her practice sessions, and a small fragment kept replaying in her mind—her emotions hadn’t been intense enough. If she could invest just a bit more feeling into it, it would have been better.
She felt a pang of discomfort; often she would dwell on minor details like this, constantly regretting them. She would remember for a long time; only when she achieved perfection would she feel satisfied.
Suddenly, her gaze fixed ahead as she stopped and locked eyes with someone across from her. Jiang Shiyu stood there in a black down jacket and black thermal pants. The two of them—one in black and the other in white—faced each other from a distance of two or three meters as the cold wind swept past them, carrying snowflakes that landed on their bodies.
Clenching her hands tightly in her pockets, Yun Li turned away. The person behind her followed closely at that same distance.
It had been months since they last met. She thought they wouldn’t see each other again; the traces left in her heart were slowly fading away until suddenly they were marked heavily once more. It would take time to wash away those feelings again.
Yun Li walked into a bar and ordered a Special Cocktail. The warmth of the drink made her loosen her scarf, allowing the collar of her top to fall open.
Jiang Shiyu sat at a distance, observing her from behind as she sat alone at the bar. A heavy gloom surrounded her; logically, she should have been happy since she usually felt elated after performances, with only rare moments of low spirits.
It was difficult for her to express her inner thoughts, and she masked her feelings well in front of others. However, Jiang Shiyu could see through the glass barrier—or the distance between them—that something was amiss in her eyes. It seemed she was dissatisfied with this performance.
Yun Li didn’t savor the drink; for her, alcohol was merely a means to numb her nerves, and she lacked the patience to appreciate it fully. The bartender, a burly man with a thick beard, noticed her wasting good liquor and approached her, advising against drinking it that way.
Yun Li struggled to understand Russian and realized he wanted to communicate something important. She pulled out a translation app and discovered that the bartender was trying to teach her how to taste wine properly.
She smiled and used the app to explain herself to him. Once he understood, he stopped his lecture and offered her a drink of one of his own creations. He could see that Yun Li was unhappy, and as a beautiful woman, he felt a pang of sympathy for her.
Watching the two engage in cheerful conversation, Jiang Shiyu’s gaze deepened as he focused intently on the bartender, keeping a close watch on his actions.
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