She carefully plays a shadow, just to tear up the light that illuminates others.
When Yun Wan approached Gu Huaijin, every look in her eyes was calculated - the upward curve of the corners of her lips, the trembling fingertips during the curtain call, and even the strand of hair that always slipped down, all perfectly replicated the name in his heart. Everyone said that she was just a stand-in, and even Gu Huaijin's kiss had a sense of scrutiny.
"The way you dance "Giselle" looks very much like her." He held her chin, "But on the thirty-second whiplash turn, you turned half a degree more."
She smiled softer.
No one knows why she was the one who survived the stage accident that shocked the ballet world. No one knew that the anti-anxiety medicine that Yun Wan always kept in her bag was to suppress the urge to vomit when she saw the stage lights.
When a lost modern dance manuscript appears——
This revenge in the name of love has finally reached its most exciting chapter.
"My dear," she whispered in her ear, running her fingers over the other person's trembling back, "do you know why audiences love to watch tragedies?"
"Because the actors' tears during the curtain call are more moving than the applause."
