Cross the Distance

As if the world had stopped moving, every sound vanished except for her heavy breathing and the deafening thump of her heart. Bei Sangyun's entire body went rigid; she couldn't react right away.

Fei Chuan's hand was still in the air, inviting her to take it.

He looked at her with an intense gaze, luring her to accept.

That look—familiar, yet distant—stirred memories in her mind. It had been the same back then. He'd approached her on the dancefloor, offering his hand even while she stood in another man's arms. He had gazed at her just like this.

Bei Sangyun took a deep breath. The memory overlapped with the scene before her.

"Get in line, Fei Chuan. I haven't finished my dance yet." William's teasing voice broke the silence between her and Fei Chuan.

Fei Chuan lowered his hand, his gaze settling on William's arm around Bei Sangyun's waist. His smile was polite, but his tone was cold.