Song Baiyan tightened the hand he held hers with: "Want to join me?"
"Mhmm." Tang Li nodded, feeling inexplicably at ease to the moving music—she knew why she was chosen to dance this dance.
She even suspected, it might not have originally been Song Baiyan who started the dance.
Because he came alone tonight.
But now, they were here dancing together.
If it wasn't for this dance, leaving the National Assembly Hall, even if the incident at the state banquet didn't spread to the entertainment industry, in the eyes of all the guests, they would certainly think less rather than more of her.
In traditional thinking, women are synonyms of being reserved and virtuous.
Her public confession to a man, in most people's view, is seen as lacking self-respect.
Tang Li believed that as she walked out tonight, the first to criticize her would be her fellow women, because her prior behavior has added a smear of dark ink on the shackles they diligently built.
