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The harsh light shone on the beige non-slip floor, making the room look somewhat pale in reflection off the two side walls.
Lanruo had already changed into her clothes, which should have made her look more like an angel, but instead, her costume—a pure white knee-length dancing dress—made her complexion seem even worse than Qiuzi's.
With the acquisition of memory, the instinctive grasp of the character's body became even more thorough.
Xu Shuo completely discarded his own sense of shame, leading the dance as usual to the prolonged music, performing the first dance in front of the dance instructor.
The black and white ballet dress swayed in the light, and the glittering folds refracted the light, flickering on and off like candlelight.
The girl danced with bold and powerful gestures, her face carrying a faint smile.
What should have been a gentle and beautiful scene instead felt eerily dark, and her deep, somber eyes made her seem like a dark elf trapped in the netherworld, inexplicably giving off a strange and sinister oppression.
The expressions on the three faces were all different, with Teacher Changying still maintaining a stern face, inscrutable.
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Xuena was much more animated, occasionally showing a face full of admiration and surprise, and silently applauding.
Standing in the corner, Lanruo stared intently at that graceful leaping figure, her palm unconsciously clenching her left wrist so tightly that it turned crimson.
She was the least composed of all.
Therefore, Xu Shuo deliberately danced over to her, laughing coquettishly in a circle before her, her neck raised high as beautifully as a swan's, pale yet exceedingly fragile.
The fingertips clutching her wrist exerted more force, Lanruo felt the pain and suddenly woke up, lowering her head to avoid the gaze.
Such an obvious display—if she really was the murderer, wouldn't that lack challenge?
Xu Shuo glanced at her, finishing the last move to conclude the dance, and in a flash, the cold aura that had been faintly present vanished along with her movements.
The dance studio's lights shone down, casting dark shadows on the smooth, clear beige floor.
"Clap, clap, clap, clap——"
Sounds of vigorous clapping came from nearby.
Xuena wore an admiring smile, sincerely commenting, "Qiuzi, your dancing is getting better and better, just like a real swan! Did you prepare this costume especially for today?"
Xu Shuo stood up and looked at her, smiling slightly with curved lips, "Yes."
The sky was foggy, and the rain had been falling since last night without a break. Even now, though it had eased up a bit, a fine drizzle continued to fall.
The street was quiet. This was not a commercial district, and only occasionally would a few pedestrians wrapped in trench coats hurry by.
"Let's go up and take a look."
Officer Zhang, sitting in the car, didn't know if it was because the weather was too gloomy or the space too cramped, but he felt very restless. After speaking, he directly opened the car door and got out.
Seeing this, the priest put down the materials and said, "You might startle the snake by hitting the grass."
"I felt an instant connection with that young girl yesterday."
Officer Zhang said carelessly, his voice trailing off into the misty rain, and his figure quickly disappeared into the stairwell.
The priest's calm gaze returned to the thick file in his hands, one portion on Qiuzi and the dance troupe's information, the other on the missing persons case from the city a while ago.
Because he called the police last night and detailed everything without any concealment, he had gained the trust of the police—or at least Officer Zhang's temporary trust.
The priest knew all too well, to cooperate with the police was the wisest decision in this play.
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When Officer Zhang arrived outside the dance studio, the one dancing was Xuena.
Xuena's dancing was even more lively and mature. She could seamlessly switch her emotions and the tension in her movements, blending the elegance of the White Swan with the wildness of the Black Swan.
Being the eldest among the three, Xuena was three years older than Qiuzi and Lanruo, tall and graceful. Originally, she was the one most likely to become the main performer.
However, a recent accident had injured Xuena's ankle.
Even now that she had recovered, she had yet to return to her peak condition. Due to the lingering injury, she couldn't perform the Black Swan's final "Whip Turning" sequence of movements.
Thus, Xuena was currently just a pace-setter.
The dance studio door was ajar, and Officer Zhang stood at the entrance, peering through the gap at the girl dancing inside.
Compared to Qiuzi's rawness, the girl seemed to dance much better, yet there was a different feeling about her.
For some reason, when spying on the dancing girl's shadow from a window, even if only able to see the silhouette, an inexplicable urge would take hold of the heart, eyes unconsciously fixated on capturing that figure, greedily watching.
But now, being present should have offered a better experience than just watching the shadow, yet Officer Zhang felt only a sense of blandness.
Is this the beauty of the blurred?