She had no formal dance training, but those dance moves seemed to have been integrated into her very bones and blood. It was unnecessary for her to spend another eight or ten years solidifying her dance foundation to perform the steps and movements from her new memories.
Everything was so effortless, making her look like a natural-born dancer.
Ye Nianbai, Sheng Liangliang, and Yun Xiaosu, the three little rascals, were tired from playing and wanted to eat, so they went looking for their parents.
With their toddling steps, they reached the patio door and saw their mom dancing alone, with their dad sitting by, admiring her.
Yun Xiaosu, sucking on her thumb, nudged Sheng Liangliang's little arm. "Liangliang, the dance Jingjing is doing... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before. Have you?"
"I seem to have that feeling too," Sheng Liangliang pondered with a tilted head.
But where had they seen it?
