Cui Yu and the others listened to Wang Longlong's words, and couldn't help feeling a sense of inferiority: "Damn, cultured people really are different!"
Duan Shigang, too, was filled with admiration.
Wang Longlong smiled proudly, full of joy, and said, "It's just average."
He took out his phone, intending to capture the stage performance.
At this moment, everything around him seemed to lose its color, with only a storm of fiery rain pouring down, and the figure of a girl in white silk standing out brightly against the night sky.
Her skirt fluttered in the fiery rain, as if clouds were drifting, her hair lightly blew in the wind, her dancing was graceful and ethereal, like poetry and painting.
On the north side of the stage, Jiang Shanyue, who had previously performed the 'Fire Dance', widened her eyes in disbelief, this scene was truly too magical!
Compared to her dance, perhaps this truly deserved the title of 'Fire Dance'.
