As the opening dance ended, the sounds of applause and cheers filled the room. They gracefully exited the stage, and Clarice finally breathed a sigh of relief.
God knows how nervous she was just now.
She noticed the sweat on Ivan's forehead.
Clarice guessed that Ivan's leg must be hurting by now.
Yet his face remained calm and composed.
What a man who was good at enduring pain.
Ivan gazed at Clarice's beautiful face for a long moment and softly said, "No wonder there's no moon in the sky tonight."
Clarice didn’t quite catch it, so she leaned in closer and asked, "Sorry?"
A flicker of emotion crossed Ivan’s heart, but he held back, coughing lightly. "I have some networking to do. Go rest for now, and I’ll find you later."
Ivan was indeed tired. He sat back in his seat, meeting Edwa
