Zhang Wenliang was even more stunned.
"The boundless horizon is my love, the green mountains bloom beneath my feet~" The music blaring from the stage was deafening, and in that moment, Zhang Wenliang had a sudden, sobering realization. 'Did Sister Wen Ying just reject me?'
But...
'Did I get it wrong?'
The embarrassment was immense. Zhang Wenliang said nothing, keeping his head down and letting the deafening music pound against his eardrums.
Wen Ying, however, was enthusiastically watching the neighborhood aunties rehearse their dance on stage. 'I wonder if I could do those moves?' she mused.
'Seems a little difficult. Dancing has never been my strong suit.'
Even when she took it up as a hobby, reality always brought her crashing down.
"Little Ying, Little Ying?"
"Little Ying!" Aunt Zhang grabbed Wen Ying's arm, finally snapping her attention away from the stage performance.
