In this kind of birthday party, the first dance is by the birthday star.
Then everyone joins in to dance; of course, those who can dance, dance, those who can't, don't.
Li Mingxi belongs to the ones who can't dance.
She'd rather stay outside in the breeze than go in and dance absentmindedly.
The beautiful waltz music echoes in the air.
Li Mingxi doesn't need to turn around to imagine Xiao Lang and Wen Ning dancing.
They must be the perfect match, a golden couple, a heavenly duo.
Thinking of this, Li Mingxi's grip on the railing tightened.
Then, accidentally, the wine glass in her other hand fell and floated on the sea surface.
Li Mingxi stared at the wine glass on the sea, and only then came back to her senses.
She took a deep breath, silently cursed her own hypocrisy.
She was the one who fiercely pushed Xiao Lang away, refusing him.
Yet the one who doesn't want him to be with other women is also her.
She truly is selfish...
