"Follow exactly as I showed you," Wei Lang's voice echoed through the west chamber as he tapped the rolled-out scroll again. "You two…" He pointed at Ling Yue and Han Junhui. "Both of you must make sure your steps mirror each other perfectly."
It was evening and time for the first practice, but Ling Yue was finding it hard to synchronize with Han Junhui without thinking about him. Everything in his head was all about him and how to get closer to him.
"Begin!" Wei Lang shouted as he raised his hand, pointing to the musicians who had started playing their instruments, including flutes and the Pipa. They had been requested for the exhibition, and Wei Jin had approved them as their musicians.
"Move to the left and to the right. Follow the beat." Wei lang shouted.
Ling Yue heard a deep sigh and moved first—a soft glide of his right foot, then a sweep of his arm, his sleeve fluttering like ink-stained silk.
