May Hoffman lowered her head, her voice laced with a cold edge, "I heard everything you said in the practice room."
Hannah nodded, a smile curling up the corners of her lips, "Well, have my words enlightened you?"
May lifted her head, forcing a derisive smile, "Hannah Winter, have you ever thought about what would happen if you don't make it in the end?"
People like Hannah Winter, with no guardian angel or backing, even if they are currently popular, are merely figures used by the program crew to hype their show.
Sacrificial lambs to the script.
Just there to take the bullet for the true royalties.
When you bear all the blame, those royal members will smoothly make their debut, and you will be nothing more than a discard piece."
Hannah leaned against the wall, eyes fixed on the ceiling light that was somewhat glaring, "I never thought about it because there is no such possibility."
