And on Sui Yi's side, her expression did indeed change slightly, because the conductor seemed to have just...
Conductor: What the hell, not again! Who the fuck tapped my finger? I wasn't planning to change the dance music!
Who was it, exactly? That's not important.
What's important is... how the hell are we supposed to dance to this!
Sui Yi wanted to extricate herself...
But the air seemed to have solidified.
Her hand burned with heat, as if holding fire, and when she looked up, she met Natasha's gaze.
Indifferent, sharp, ruthless...
Ah~ It seems she doesn't allow her dance partner to flee the battlefield because she is Natasha—no one can embarrass her.
Sui Yi met the other's gaze, and amidst the rhythm of the aggressive and intense music... she saw mockery...
And pure pride and malice.
Was this the aftermath of refusal and being refused in the fighting ring...
Was the Rose Prince seeking retaliation? That flick must have been her masterpiece.
