steadily increase. 。The choreographer, Wu Changkong, stood in the center of the competition stage and looked at both sides 。There was no countdown, and they weren't given any further time to prepare....She was still a woman, looking like she was in her twenties. A light gauze veil covered her face, and she wore a white dress. 。Her delicate figure was partially concealed by the white sand, and a pale hand reached out, pointing at Ye Xinglan's nape. 。Stars reappeared, appearing with pinpoint accuracy behind their own head. 。A crisp "ding" sound 。not taking a break once. 。Being subjected to the trials of the elements too frequently was taking its toll on his body. Even with the physique of a natural son, he was starting to feel the strain. 。...