As the year neared its end, the weather grew colder and colder.

After one snowfall during the day, a thick layer of ice had formed on the surface of the man-made lake.

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The treetops were capped with frost, and they shone brightly under the sunlight.

Huo Yunque took off his jacket and walked into the living room.

"Where is she?"

These days, his first words upon returning home were always related to Song Yaoyao.

The aloof man was no longer aloof. In fact, he had a sense of belonging.

Uncle Zhang smiled. "Miss Song finished dinner and went upstairs to practice dancing!"

"Dancing?"

Huo Yunque chuckled. He lifted his hand to unbutton the top of his shirt and started walking upstairs.

What was this girl doing now?

"Miss Song is the class president, and she is in charge of organizing her class' performance for the New Year Festival! She will be taking part as well!" Uncle Zhang explained proudly.

"Oh? Then I must have a look."

He curved his lips and headed straight up to the third floor.

His mother had set up a dance studio when she was alive, but ever since she passed away, it had not been in use.

In the past, Elder Huo would sit inside once in a while and look around at the empty room, but now, even he no longer came.

The door was half closed as the melodious and rhythmic music softly resounded from the room.

The girl was dressed in loose athletic clothes as she faced the mirror and slowly dissected her moves.

Based on her uncertain movements, it was clear that she did not have any dancing foundation.

Huo Yunque leaned against the doorway, crossed his arms, and watched quietly.

Although she wasn't experienced, her body was very flexible.

When she lifted her arms, she revealed her fair and slender waist which was soft and delicate.

Song Yaoyao practiced with seriousness. It wasn't easy, but she managed to run through all the moves that Xu Yue sent her. However, when she thought back on it, she discovered she had forgotten half of it...

Also, she was slightly uncoordinated and she did not see any improvement from when she first started.

Song Yaoyao, who was used to being called a genius, was discouraged for the first time.

She stomped her feet in frustration and sat on the ground.

She wasn't practicing anymore!

While Song Yaoyao was huffing and puffing in anger, she suddenly heard a chuckle. Her ears blushed and she turned her head.

She didn't know when he arrived, but Huo Yunque was standing in the doorway.

Her eyes lit up as she said shyly, "Gege, when did you arrive?"

"Hmmm...not long. Roughly ten minutes."

Huo Yunque's voice was calm and his gaze was peaceful.

"Ten minutes?!"

Song Yaoyao pouted her lips and complained, "Does that mean you saw me embarrass myself?"

In her past life, she had been really interested in dancing. Especially when she watched it live. She had always envied the gracefulness of the dancers.

But her heart did not allow her to learn it, and she didn't want to worry her family with her recklessness.

"Huh? When did you embarrass yourself?"

Huo Yunque walked in barefooted. He placed his coat on his arm and half-kneeled in front of Song Yaoyao.

"Just now! I must have looked so stupid and uncoordinated!"

Song Yaoyao blushed and her eyes became teary. She tapped her fingers awkwardly on the floorboards and mumbled, "It looks so easy, but dancing is actually so difficult..."

She didn't want to perform anymore!

"Is it difficult? But I thought you danced really well."

Huo Yunque picked up her phone. On it was the breakdown of each of the dance moves.

Xu Yue had just joined their class' group chat, and this video was sent by her.

It was for everyone to practice after dinner so they could prepare for their group practice at school.

Song Yaoyao realized it was impossible to resist the praises of the person in front of her, especially when it was the man she loved.