Feng xin stood before mu qing, his long time rival/enemy, who every year he was forced to dance with at the mid autumn festival, simply because that’s how they were always paired. Feng xin always seemed to take amusement in mu qings annoyed and bitter attitude. “What happened now? You seem angry” he said flatly. As he placed his hand on mu qings waist, and put the other in mu qings hand as they got into a simple dance position on the grassy ground. Right as the music began in a upbeat rythem.