As the music played, Wen Zhiyu slowly started dancing, "Stand on tiptoes, lift up the hem of your skirt, and let my hands gently rest on your shoulders."
Wen Zhiyu put her hand gently on Xu Jiawang's shoulder. There was no emotion on her face, but the ears of the young man opposite her quietly turned red.
"No one can be closer to me than you, and no one can give me the love you gave me, sweetness, happiness, and circles." As the music reached its peak, Xu Jiawang took Wen Zhiyu's hand and raised it above his head, and Wen Zhiyu also turned around.
The lights of the stage shone on them. At this moment, they were standing on the stage dancing to the music. The eyes of the whole school were focused on them. There was no other sound except the music. It was not until three seconds after the performance ended that bursts of applause broke out.
Intention: Flowers wither, love never fades