Yang Lingyun spun Xia Lihua to face him, touching her face and pinching her chin. "Girl, do you hate me?"
Xia Lihua shot back, "I could ask you the same question, do you hate me?"
She took Yang Lingyun's cold silence for a 'yes'.
She had the intention of asking, 'Why? Is it because of what happened during the Annual Jr. High School Festival?'
Nevertheless, she refrained from asking, recalling the torn letter that filled her insides with sorrow and remorse.
Yang Lingyun clicked his tongue, causing her mind to snap back to the present. "When did you learn how to dance? Grandpa Xia said that you used to strongly resist attending etiquette classes."
"In America..." Xia Lihua fabricated, "...at the prestigious Music and Arts Academy. I had an exceptional male teacher."
"And did your 'exceptional teacher' not warn you that provoking men is dangerous?"