"What do we do now that our dance has been stolen?" Ling Yue's voice broke the tense silence in the courtyard.
After he and Han Junhui discovered that their dances were stolen, they immediately informed Wei Lang and Bai Lu.
As they stood in the courtyard, Wei Lang remained frozen in the same spot and hadn't said anything. He folded his arms, his expression unreadable as he stared down, then, after a moment, he raised his head. "What we do," he said slowly, "is accept that the dance is gone."
All three boys responded immediately with their reactions.
Bai Lu let out a scoff.
Ling Yue clenched his teeth.
Han Junhui groaned.
"Are you saying that we should give up on everything that we have been planning for the exhibition?" Ling Yue demanded.
