No matter which detail, she’d practice it multiple times.
She’d let her body remember every move.
That way, when she was on stage, she’d be able to perform it naturally.
The music ended but Ye Fan practiced one more time.
She leaned against the wall, her chest heaving up and down. Her breathing was a bit disorganized.
Ye Fan picked up the bottle of water on the ground and took a few sips.
Right now, there were a few knocking on the door in the quiet dancing room.
Ye Fan froze and she immediately turned to look at the door.
The door was pulled open and a man stood there.
Light shone opposing the darkness. She couldn’t see his appearance clearly.
Ye Fan quickly recognized him to be He Han however.
He Han wore a black windbreaker, shoving his hands into his pockets.
His vision landed straight on Ye Fan.
He seemed to be half-smiling.
Ye Fan hesitated, unsure of whether to go over or not.
He Han saw through her thoughts and called her name.
“Ye Fan, come over.”
Ye Fan paused before walking over.
Ye Fan didn’t move closer. Instead, she said softly, “There’s a camera here.”
He Han lifted his brows. “Don’t worry, I’m very close with the director.”
There were cameras in the dance room and also the hallway. The contestants’ every action would be recorded.
However, what He Han meant was that he wasn’t the boss here.
But as long as He Han opened his mouth, these tapes would be deleted.
Ye Fan asked, “Why didn’t you go home yet?”
He Han’s tone was very calm as if what he was about to say next was as normal as it could be.
“I’m waiting for you.”
Ye Fan said, “My foundation is very weak compared to the others. I need to continue practicing.”
“You can go back first.”
Ye Fan hadn’t gotten He Han’s response even after a while.
She thought it was strange so she lifted her head to look at He Han.
At this time, He Han clutched Ye Fan’s hands tightly.
He Han’s palm was warm but Ye Fan’s hand was slightly cold.
He Han just so happens to cover her hand completely.
Ye Fan froze, not yet processing.
He Han brought Ye Fan in his direction a bit in the next second.
Ye Fan’s footsteps were unsteady. She moved a few steps forward to He Han.
He Han supported Ye Fan’s shoulders.
Ye Fan wanted to say something when she heard He Han’s deep voice, “Don’t you miss Dudu?”
The moment she heard Dudu’s name, Ye Fan immediately turned silent.
She hadn’t seen Dudu in a few days. Of course she missed him.
He Han always knew that Dudu was Ye Fan’s weakness. A soft smile floated on his face.
“If you want to see Dudu, then come with me.”
The bait He Han tossed was big. Ye Fan couldn’t refuse at all.
Ye Fan kept her head down and then tried to struggle free from He Han.
“Then let me go first.”
Ye Fan wasn’t used to being that close to someone. She didn’t know what to do.
He Han glanced at Ye Fan, half-smiling. After a while, he let go.
He Han’s gaze was on Ye Fan.
Ye Fan wore a thin t-shirt in order to make it easier on her while she was dancing.
While practicing, she probably couldn’t detect it.
But it was already autumn. The wind was a bit cold outside.
He Han thought about it before removing his windbreaker and draping it over Ye Fan.
Ye Fan froze and then suddenly lifted her head to look at He Han.
Ye Fan was used to being alone. She subconsciously rejected his offer.
“I’m not cold. You don’t need to give me it.”
He Han clutched the collar of the windbreaker. It still had his scent.
Ye Fan didn’t know what to do.
He Han slightly leaned forward and looked down to meet Ye Fan’s eyes.
He Han’s brows were deep. When he looked down at Ye Fan, Ye Fan’s loftiness faded.
He Han said in a serious and deep tone, “If you’re considering Dudu, you have to take care of yourself even more.”
No matter which detail, she’d practice it multiple times.
She’d let her body remember every move.
That way, when she was on stage, she’d be able to perform it naturally.
The music ended but Ye Fan practiced one more time.
She leaned against the wall, her chest heaving up and down. Her breathing was a bit disorganized.
Ye Fan picked up the bottle of water on the ground and took a few sips.
Right now, there were a few knocking on the door in the quiet dancing room.
Ye Fan froze and she immediately turned to look at the door.
The door was pulled open and a man stood there.
Light shone opposing the darkness. She couldn’t see his appearance clearly.
Ye Fan quickly recognized him to be He Han however.
He Han wore a black windbreaker, shoving his hands into his pockets.
His vision landed straight on Ye Fan.
He seemed to be half-smiling.
Ye Fan hesitated, unsure of whether to go over or not.
He Han saw through her thoughts and called her name.
“Ye Fan, come over.”
Ye Fan paused before walking over.
Ye Fan didn’t move closer. Instead, she said softly, “There’s a camera here.”
He Han lifted his brows. “Don’t worry, I’m very close with the director.”
There were cameras in the dance room and also the hallway. The contestants’ every action would be recorded.
However, what He Han meant was that he wasn’t the boss here.
But as long as He Han opened his mouth, these tapes would be deleted.
Ye Fan asked, “Why didn’t you go home yet?”
He Han’s tone was very calm as if what he was about to say next was as normal as it could be.
“I’m waiting for you.”
Ye Fan said, “My foundation is very weak compared to the others. I need to continue practicing.”
“You can go back first.”
Ye Fan hadn’t gotten He Han’s response even after a while.
She thought it was strange so she lifted her head to look at He Han.
At this time, He Han clutched Ye Fan’s hands tightly.
He Han’s palm was warm but Ye Fan’s hand was slightly cold.
He Han just so happens to cover her hand completely.
Ye Fan froze, not yet processing.
He Han brought Ye Fan in his direction a bit in the next second.
Ye Fan’s footsteps were unsteady. She moved a few steps forward to He Han.
He Han supported Ye Fan’s shoulders.
Ye Fan wanted to say something when she heard He Han’s deep voice, “Don’t you miss Dudu?”
The moment she heard Dudu’s name, Ye Fan immediately turned silent.
She hadn’t seen Dudu in a few days. Of course she missed him.
He Han always knew that Dudu was Ye Fan’s weakness. A soft smile floated on his face.
“If you want to see Dudu, then come with me.”
The bait He Han tossed was big. Ye Fan couldn’t refuse at all.
Ye Fan kept her head down and then tried to struggle free from He Han.
“Then let me go first.”
Ye Fan wasn’t used to being that close to someone. She didn’t know what to do.
He Han glanced at Ye Fan, half-smiling. After a while, he let go.
He Han’s gaze was on Ye Fan.
Ye Fan wore a thin t-shirt in order to make it easier on her while she was dancing.
While practicing, she probably couldn’t detect it.
But it was already autumn. The wind was a bit cold outside.
He Han thought about it before removing his windbreaker and draping it over Ye Fan.
Ye Fan froze and then suddenly lifted her head to look at He Han.
Ye Fan was used to being alone. She subconsciously rejected his offer.
“I’m not cold. You don’t need to give me it.”
He Han clutched the collar of the windbreaker. It still had his scent.
Ye Fan didn’t know what to do.
He Han slightly leaned forward and looked down to meet Ye Fan’s eyes.
He Han’s brows were deep. When he looked down at Ye Fan, Ye Fan’s loftiness faded.
He Han said in a serious and deep tone, “If you’re considering Dudu, you have to take care of yourself even more.”
