Large, ornate crystal chandeliers emit a dim light, and people dressed in fancy costumes wear various masks as they move through the halls and corridors.

Nan Shan, who was looking for the exit, was a little flustered, because no matter which direction she went, the crowd of black and oppressive people would always swarm around her, and she seemed to be trapped in this palatial labyrinth.

Suddenly, a tall black figure appeared in front of her, and he took a step back and bowed, and made a standard and very elegant invitation to dance.

Nan Shan felt as if her body was bewitched, and her right hand accepted his invitation uncontrollably, and was brought into the middle of the dance floor by this man.

As the melody of the minuet in G major swings out melodiously, the crowd around him gradually disperses, leaving only him and her to twirl and dance in the middle of the dance floor....

"Miss Black Swan, you are my light, my heart."

He whispered softly in her ear, a somewhat hoarse voice that seemed more seductive in the night.

But soon, a strange cold tone came from behind the mask: "But, the way you look now is really disgusting. ”

The resplendent hall turned into a swamp of black mud in an instant, and the crowd that had been scattered turned into vipers and crows, trying to pull her deeper into a whirlpool, laughter and gossip swirling around......

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but Ruan Yifeng you can't do this to me.... No!!! ”

Nan Shan woke up from her dream and sat up suddenly, her forehead already covered with a thin layer of cold sweat.

In recent years, she has rarely had related nightmares, and even if she occasionally encountered them one day, most of them only dreamed of the tragic scenes of the final breakup.

It was probably because she thought about it day and dreamed at night, and there were too many things that happened yesterday that made her return to that dance party in her dreams.

The more beautiful something is, the more false and fragile it is.

After breaking up with Ruan Yifeng, Nan Shan thoroughly understood this truth.

Truth be told, she would rather have only the chaotic memories of him and her last tearing apart, rather than recalling that fairytale-like beautiful but very illusory encounter.

Nan Shan looked at the time on her phone, it was only 5 o'clock, and the sky outside was still a little gray. Continuing to lie down and sleep back to sleep definitely won't work, so she just got up and washed up and went out.

Nan Shan drove to the NS dance studio, which she founded with a friend, and chose the basement of an office building near the university town because of the students.

"Hey, Sandy. Good morning. ”

A man with black hair and blue eyes was sitting at a table in front of the front desk, and greeted Nan Shan warmly when he saw her come in.

This mixed-race beautiful man is named Justin, a friend Nanshan met at the dance academy in the United States before, he is half Chinese, so the daily Chinese communication is very fluent, but still habitually likes to call Nanshan's English name.

"Coming here so early, insomnia?"

Nan Shan covered her forehead with a smile and walked towards her office: "No, I woke up from a nightmare." It seems that my complexion is really bad, and I have to make up for it before everyone comes. ”

Justin followed Nanshan into the office like a little tail: "Wow is it a nightmare?" If you need to, you can tell me that I used to take dream reading. ”

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