Ethan's gaze deepened as he said hoarsely, "It's okay if you make mistakes."

Ivy remained silent, standing still for a long while.

When she finally raised her arms, she moved like an elegant swan. The bright lights illuminated only her as she danced barefoot, every movement graceful and refined.

As she danced, Ethan caught the faint scent of iris perfume. Like Ivy herself - just when you thought you could grasp her, she would float away like a delicate breeze.

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