"Finished dancing?" Little Monk had already caught up.
Tang Li nodded.
Little Monk, wearing that silver headdress, was somewhat dissatisfied: "Others dance for an hour or two, look at you, not even ten minutes."
"I only know this part." Tang Li took the headdress off his head: "How about you dance this time, and I'll be your prop?"
Little Monk grumbled: "I don't know how to dance."
Tang Li was about to go back under the big tree when the accompaniment music suddenly reached its climax. More and more people around her were dancing, and she was surrounded by the crowd, unlike Little Monk who had already squeezed out. She couldn't move forward or back.
The campfire behind her made a crackling sound.
Tang Li's left eye suddenly felt uncomfortable.
Wood chips flew into her eyes from the firewood placed nearby.
She rubbed her eyes, but the more she rubbed, the less she could open them.
Someone bumped into her unexpectedly.
