'Girls in love are always anxious, aren't they?'
Ah Qing thought so.
She can now calmly accept the fact that she is a 'girl.' After all, she's currently in the body of a girl from her youth, and never having experienced emotions before, she can't really be accused of pretending to be young—rather, her girlhood has arrived a little later than usual.
It's just that the feeling of foreboding and unease in her heart has become increasingly clear.
She seldom has such strange premonitions, so as she dances, Ah Qing searches her memories for this familiar feeling.
It was only after a while that she recalled some past experiences.
Many years ago, after she first had the qualification to seriously appreciate Shi Qingjun, she looked like a true deity at the time, standing atop the high white jade pillar, with the pale sunset's lingering glow coating the contours of her body, making it impossible for anyone to look away.
