The man looked at her fiercely, like a vigorous beast, full of explosive power. When Sister Ling heard the sound, she saw Su Jinse lying on the ground and quickly stepped forward to help her up.
There were no bruises or pain on her body. Su Jinse looked at the crystal lamp above her head, her heart filled with darkness.
There is no end and no body.
Only herself was left, endless darkness, endless demands, she had nothing, not even hope.
What else can she do, look like a useless person.
Sister Ling looked distressed and kindly helped Su Jinse up, "Jinse, I made bone soup. Your feet are just fine. Drink more to replenish your feet."
Tears flowed from the corners of Su Jinse's eyes, and her voice was extremely hollow, "Sister Ling, I have nothing, nothing..."
Sister Ling looked distressed and hugged Su Jinse tightly in her arms, "How could it be possible? Stop thinking about it."
"No, I really have nothing left. My feet are dead and I can't dance anymore. What else can I do now? What's the difference between me and a dead person..."
Sister Ling quickly covered her mouth to prevent her from continuing, and held her cold body with her warm arms, "Silly child, stop crying, you still have a lot, isn't there Young Master You, he
It's always been good to you."
he?
Su Jinse smiled flirtatiously, yes, she could only rely on him.
It depends on him to survive and live like this.
Yan Jue heard these words from the corner of the building. Su Jinse's voice sounded lifeless, like a doll controlled by a string. She had no support and seemed to be destroyed at any time. She was helpless and had no regrets.
He stopped, turned back for some reason, and walked into the study.
When Song Mo received Yan Jue's call, he was in the bar. It was very noisy inside. He stared at the lead dancer's hot body and said lazily into the phone, "Let me guess, what does our young master Jue want to see me for now?"
"
"I don't have time for you to talk."
Song Mo took a sip of the wine in the wine glass, and the colorful lights reflected on his handsome face, showing a naughty smile, "Oh, I know it's not your little lover who has the problem again, I said
That's not how you deal with women, tell me what happened to her this time?"
"..."
…
There was no word for a long time. Song Mo knew his temper and became more serious this time.
"You said it, I'm listening."
"you there?"
"Where?" Song Mo looked at the enchanting dancer on the stage, with her curvaceous figure and charming eyes, "Heaven on earth."
Yan Jue frowned and asked directly, "Is it true that her foot cannot recover?"
"Let me tell you, why did you call me for no reason? It turns out it's the same person. Jue, you seem to really treat her differently."
Is it different?
Yan Jue thought about how he threw Su Jinse to the floor and went upstairs. At that time, he just felt that Su Jinse was yelling in his ears and he was very irritated.
He didn't even notice that there was anyone who was not afraid of him and dared to yell in front of him and grab his collar.
"I'll handle it myself."
Song Mo turned around and handed the wine glass to the bartender, asking him to have another drink. He glanced sideways at the beauties walking towards him and said to the phone, "It's lucky that she can walk without being completely disabled. If she dances, she will be able to do it all her life."
There is no hope. If you don’t believe it, you can try with someone else.”
Yan Jue knows, is it really impossible?
He knew that Su Jinse was very talented in dancing. Thinking of how stunning she was at the school anniversary, he couldn't help but feel a little pity.
As for that dance festival, there would be no darkness there. She knew clearly that her feet were injured, but she still insisted on finishing the dance. She knew clearly that for a dancer, her feet were everything to her. Who could blame her if she didn't cherish them.
When Yan Jue returned to the bedroom, he saw Su Jinse sitting on the balcony chair. Next to him was the certificate he received at the dance festival. There were tears on it. Su Jinse seemed to be asleep.
Yan Jue kicked his feet and said, "Get up."
Seeing that she was motionless, he turned over and realized that she was really asleep.
He frowned and carried Su Jinse back to the bedroom and covered her with a quilt.
When Su Jinse woke up the next day, as soon as she opened her eyes, she was faced with Yan Jue's handsome face, which was magnified in front of her eyes, with her high nose and delicate facial features. He held her tightly in his arms like a pillow. As long as she
As soon as he moved, he woke up immediately.
Yan Jue was always on high alert, so the two of them looked at each other, without the other party speaking first, looking at each other.
His gaze was very deep, and Su Jinse would always fall. She couldn't help but turn her face away, but Yan Jue moved her back first and said to him, "Your foot will never get better."
Su Jinse didn't want to answer him. She already knew the answer. It was no different from before after hearing it again. She was already numb.
Yan Jue has been paying attention to her every expression and movement, all of which fell into his eyes. His eyes kept secrets, "At that time... your situation was unstable. I asked them not to tell you. You are lucky to be able to walk."
Su Jinse looked at him coldly, "Do you want me to thank you? Yan Jue, you never know what I have lost?"
Because you never care.
What she lost had nothing to do with him.
…
"I heard that Su Jinse's foot won't heal and she won't be able to dance anymore."
"Su Jinse? It's such a pity that she's back."
"It must have been the accident at the dance festival. It was retribution. She snatched someone else's spot. She must have received retribution now."
"..."
There was a flurry of discussion on the campus of University F. Some were gloating, some were indifferent, and some were pitiful. When she regained her mood and returned to campus, Su Jinse was greeted with such eyes all the way.
She took away everything related to dance, sat in the university classroom, listened to the professor's first ethics class on the podium, and listened with all her attention. Everything had nothing to do with her.
She seems to have come back to life since then.
She didn't know it was that day when she suddenly figured it out.
Someone once told him that he did not believe in fate, only in himself.
Destiny can be changed by herself. As long as her heart stops beating one day, she will not give in to everything.
Someone poked her arm. Su Jinse turned her head and saw Maomao sitting next to her. She secretly handed her a note: When God closes one window to people, he will open another. The signature is:
Mao Mao's unique signatures and graffiti. When she looked up, she saw Mao Mao opening her mouth and mouthing "Come on" to her. She retracted her head and listened to the professor's lecture attentively.
It was rare for Maomao to listen to the class carefully. Seeing her careful look, Su Jinse's mood improved inexplicably.
This reminded her of Zhou Xiaoxue, who was far away abroad. No matter what grievance she suffered in the past, she was the first one to come forward. The two of them always confided their concerns to each other. The last email they sent to her, up to now,
I haven't replied yet. Maybe she didn't see it or was too busy and forgot to reply. Suddenly I missed her very much.
I want her to tell me what to do.
Everything changed, except that she was far away from dancing. Su Jinse's life gradually became monotonous. She didn't know what kind of life it would be like to face her, but she kept moving forward.