The dance room was brightly lit, with the music sounding as if crying and complaining, sometimes delicate, sometimes intense. In this deep night, in this quiet space, it flowed like water, formless yet captivating, unknowingly cleansing one's soul.
Oliver Hoffman stood in front of Helen Blair, his handsome face bearing a faint smile, his expression leisurely and enchanted. He tilted his head and quietly listened to the music for a moment, then asked in a very slow and soft voice, "Do you know what tune this is?"
Maybe the music was so touching, or the atmosphere so quiet, that Helen Blair slowly relaxed her tense nerves.
"It seems to be a famous tango piece 'Por Una Cabeza'. It is also the dancing tune that made Mr. Wilson and his wife fall in love."
Oliver Hoffman lowered his head and gave her a soft smile, gently saying, "Por Una Cabeza..."
Helen Blair knew it was Spanish, his unique pronunciation paired with his deep voice gave a very special feeling, like a kind of spell.