Xi Muchen's words made Xia Wanwan's eyes suddenly brighten, as something named 'hope' ignited within her.
The encouragement and affirmation from her teacher replayed over and over in her mind; the joy of dancing stirred a faint impulse in her heart.
Xia Wanwan silently looked at Xi Muchen.
"If there's something you want to do, go do it, don't let yourself regret it," Xi Muchen could see her passion for ballet had never faded. He softly said to Xia Wanwan, "Even if it's just for me to see, I want to see what my wife looks like on stage."
It was merely a simple sentence, yet there seemed to be a hint of teasing on Xi Muchen's face. However, Xia Wanwan felt a warm current coursing through her heart at that moment, heating it up and igniting the flame that was hidden in the corner.
For Xia Wanwan, this was not just support; it was the sweetest form of support and encouragement.
Heat filled Xia Wanwan's eyes, blurring her vision with something.