"Everyone hid this from me!" Han Luo proclaimed. "Why didn't you tell me before?"
"It's because we knew that you would be nervous. Look at yourself now – you are pale and can't even talk properly. How could we bear to tell you that?" Mo Yuan stroked her head gently. "Don't worry, everything will be fine."
"H-how will it be fine…" She could barely speak now. 'When I'm on stage, can I still dance?' She was skeptical.
"So, are you saying that if you knew beforehand, you would've quit? Do you want to run away now? Hmm, Ah Luo?" Mo Yuan touched her chin and made her look at him.
"…I…" Han Luo looked at his clear, deep, gentle eyes. For a moment, she was mesmerized.
She recalled her childhood when he used to play piano and she used to dance. They both started playing the piano and dancing almost at the same time. They worked hard to come at this stage. She recalled Han Sheng Ming cheering her up and encouraging her.
