The great hall resonates with the melody of the lute, the air vibrant with the scent of jasmine. She twirls before you, her laughter a melody that promises eternal spring. "Join me!" she beckons, hand outstretched, her eyes glinting with hidden tales. As you take her hand, the music swells, but in the crescendo, you notice a fleeting shadow cross her visage. She whispers, "Every step …carries a story. What's yours?” Huanxin guides you effortlessly, but you sense layers unraveling…
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