Di Jinxuan’s old face turned red again, damn, how was she small!
She was almost twenty, not a bit young, okay!
Besides, Nangong Jin had become a top Grandmaster at the ages of fifteen or sixteen, revered as a sanctuary, whereas she was already this age and still didn’t have her own definition of dance.
In comparison, she suddenly felt really mediocre.
Although she didn’t say it out loud, her little face showed a few shades of unhappiness.
Nangong Jin smiled and spoke nonchalantly, "Don’t be disappointed. Talent isn’t something everyone has."
Hearing this, Di Jinxuan instantly felt like she was slapped by a dog, and couldn’t help feeling incredulous. Darn you, was that supposed to comfort me or insult me!
Di Jinxuan couldn’t help turning to give Nangong Jin a mournful stare and coughed lightly, "Speak human."
"Hahaha." Nangong Jin laughed heartily, his cheerful laughter tinged with a touch of magnificent sexiness. After laughing twice, he also coughed lightly, "I’m just teasing you. Actually, everyone has talent. It’s just a matter of whether it can be developed or not. You can relax, Gege will definitely lead you to find yourself, and you will surely experience the feel of Dance Soul. Trust me."
As he spoke, he looked at Di Jinxuan, his eyes bright and spirited, and filled with enigmatic confidence that was inexplicably inspiring.
Di Jinxuan also happened to look at him and was shocked by his gaze, suddenly feeling as if she had been encouraged.
It was as if she inexplicably had immense faith in him. Dance Soul, the term sounded really awesome.
His eyes seemed to carry a magical, enticing power, making her believe that one day she, too, would stand at the pinnacle of dance, performing the dance of the soul that would make everyone watching her blood boil and strike a chord.
It was as if this was an infinite yearning.
Di Jinxuan’s eyes brightened instantly, and she blurted out, "Really?"



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