The dancer moved toward the pianist, but didn't actually do anything, simply circling around him curiously.
However, Xu Shuo felt that the footsteps she left on the floor were a bit strange.
It was as if she wanted to do something, but then she held back.
The two people nearby just glanced casually at the dancer's movements, while the pianist was engrossed in playing his melody, so absorbed as to be excessive, not peak artistry but trying too hard.
At least the spreading sound waves allowed Xu Shuo to momentarily "see," and even the melody's bold and intense penetration allowed him to sketch out the contours of the downstairs area lightly.
After the piece ended, the pianist opened his squinted eyes, and then a doubtful voice came from beside:
"Did you play that wrong?"
"Cough," the pianist said unabashedly, "No, I modified it deliberately for the tension in the rhythm."