The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

This sudden curse, like an insurmountable chasm, mercilessly stood between Great-Grandma and the senior. Their once beautiful campus life was instantly shrouded in shadow, and Great-Grandma's spirits plummeted.

However, life's pace doesn't stop because of this change. On stage, as the music's rhythm gradually quickens, Zhou Yanhuan's dance steps become increasingly agile. Her figure is as light as a swallow, as if dancing on clouds, every movement full of power and beauty.

Two weeks ago, Zhou Yanhuan returned to Yuzhou Kingdom. After some effort, she finally obtained permission to read the old lady's diary. When she opened the yellowed diary, it was as if she had entered a world full of memories and emotions.

The old lady's words were like a delicate painting, revealing her deepest emotions and longings. Zhou Yanhuan carefully read each line, trying to understand the old lady's state of mind back then.

"Today I went to his country and saw him from afar. His smile was more dazzling than the sun, and he was still so gentle and gentlemanly. However, I could only hide in a corner, silently watching him, burying this love deep in my heart." This passage was like a key, unlocking Zhou Yanhuan's understanding of the old lady's past.

She could almost see her young great-grandmother standing in the distance, gazing at the boy she admired, her heart filled with love and helplessness. To avoid implicating her beloved, the great-grandmother chose to distance herself, enduring the torment of longing alone.

On countless quiet nights, Great-Grandma could only practice her dance steps in front of the mirror. She poured her longing and affection for the boy into every movement, making the dance a vessel for her emotions. Perhaps in the mirror, Great-Grandma was imagining the boy dancing with her, enjoying that time that belonged only to them.

Zhou Yanhuan was deeply moved by the old lady's story. She could feel the intertwining of love and helplessness, and the price her great-grandmother paid for love. This diary entry was not only the old lady's recollection, but also a testament to a love that transcended time.

The drumbeats resounded, thunderous and awe-inspiring. Zhou Yanhuan twirled and leaped gracefully on the stage, her hair cascading through the air like a black waterfall, tracing beautiful arcs. The guests below were captivated by her dance, as if transported to a dreamlike world. They were immersed in the atmosphere Zhou Yanhuan created, holding their breath, their eyes glued to her every move, afraid to miss a single captivating moment.

Zhou Yanhuan's dance movements are fluid and natural. Every turn and every hand gesture is just right. Her expressions are rich and vivid, sometimes joyful and sometimes sad, as if she has brought the audience into the story she is performing.

As the music played, Zhou Yanhuan's thoughts drifted away. She seemed to see her great-grandmother sitting under the dim light, the faint glow illuminating her kind face. Her great-grandmother held a paintbrush, intently painting a portrait of her beloved. The person in the painting was so lifelike, as if he might step out of the picture at any moment. However, a faint sadness flickered in her great-grandmother's eyes, and she silently shed tears, which dripped onto the paper, leaving a faint water stain.

Zhou Yanhuan knew that her great-grandmother's lover had long since left her, but her great-grandmother's longing for him had never ceased. Although they could not be together, her great-grandmother still silently watched over the boy's every move, and when he encountered difficulties, she would anonymously lend a helping hand to help him overcome them.

As the melody softened, Zhou Yanhuan's dance slowly came to an end. She concluded her wonderful performance with a deep, affectionate glance back; in that instant, her gaze seemed to transcend time and space, meeting that of her great-grandmother. The audience was initially silent, then erupted in thunderous applause, surging onto the stage like a tidal wave.

Tears welled in Zhou Yanhuan's eyes as she gazed towards the corner of the dance floor. In a daze, she saw her great-grandmother smiling and nodding at her, her eyes filled with contentment. A warm feeling welled up in Zhou Yanhuan's heart. She knew that her great-grandmother had always been by her side, silently supporting her.

At this moment, the birthday celebrant, Grandpa Si Moyuan, was also moved by Zhou Yanhuan's dance. His knuckles on the armrest suddenly turned white, and the surrounding voices and the clinking of glasses became blurry phantoms. Only that graceful figure was imprinted in his pupils amidst the interplay of light and shadow.

Grandpa Si adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his cloudy eyes gradually welling with tears. Seventy years of time seemed to rewind silently with each dance step, and the memory of that evening party from his time studying abroad surfaced—the same white dress, the same light touch of toes; the girl who danced amidst the flames of war back then now overlapped with the person before him. As the girl turned, the pearl tassels in her hair swayed, just like the camellia in her temple back then, carrying a breathtaking resemblance.

As the music faded and Zhou Yanhuan curtsied, Old Master Si's throat bobbed. Gazing at the face that bore a striking resemblance to the one in the old photograph, he seemed to see ripples spreading across the river of time. The applause from the guests surged like a tide, but he alone faced the past, finally reuniting with the moonlight deep within his memories in this dance that transcended time.

As the dance ended, Zhou Yanhuan gracefully crouched down, like a butterfly fluttering in the air, and picked up the dark green shawl. Her movements were elegant and natural, as if it had all been destined. The shawl was as soft as silk in her hands; with a gentle shake, she draped it back over her shoulders.

Zhou Yanhuan stood up, her posture upright, like a blooming flower. Her steps were light and steady, each step seemingly on clouds, as she slowly walked off the stage.

Just then, Old Master Si Moyuan slowly walked up to Zhou Yanhuan. His steps were somewhat slow, as if each step carried the weight of years. His voice trembled slightly, revealing an indescribable excitement.

"For many years, I have received anonymous help, but I have never known who this benefactor is." Old Master Si Moyuan's gaze fell on Zhou Yanhuan, a trace of confusion and bewilderment flashing in his eyes. "Today, seeing your dance, I finally understand everything. This dance, this costume, are exactly the same as back then, as if taking me back to that distant time."

Zhou Yanhuan listened quietly, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes. She said softly, "This is a small token of my appreciation. I want to use this dance to tell you that she has never stopped loving you. She has only ever loved you, but time has played a cruel trick on you, causing you to experience too many twists and turns."

Zhou Yanhuan paused slightly, as if recalling that long-buried past, "Back then, she was targeted by that devil from the Zhou family. She finally gained her freedom, but she was burdened with a terrible curse. For your safety, she had to stay away from you. However, her heart never left you, and she would secretly come to China every time, just to see you once."

At this moment, Old Master Si Moyuan's face was covered in tears. His heart felt as if it were being torn apart by a thousand knives at once, the pain unbearable. He had always thought that his feelings for her were unrequited, after all, she was the only daughter of the most noble family in Yuzhou Kingdom, of high status, with many suitors.

He had planned to confess his feelings to her when she came of age, but after that day, she suddenly disappeared without a trace. Si Moyuan once thought that she didn't like him, which was why she had so resolutely disappeared from his world.

However, he never expected that the reason his beloved had disappeared was because she had encountered great danger, and the culprit behind it all was none other than his former best brother! What's even more heartbreaking is that his best brother had also cast a curse transfer spell on her.

Zhou Yanhuan knew that although her great-grandmother's love had weathered the vicissitudes of time, its deep affection remained as fiery as ever. This dance not only brought this love, buried deep in her heart, back to light, but also allowed her to deeply understand the true meaning of love—love is silent protection, a longing that transcends time and space.