"Tiantian, I, I—"
Liu Jianhong burst into tears as soon as she left the field.
He Tiantian, however, smiled and comforted her, "Jianhong, congratulations on achieving your personal best!"
Suddenly recalling something, He Tiantian leaned into Liu Jianhong's ear and whispered, "Fourth place at the Asian Games is also an excellent result. Even if you retire in the future, it will qualify you for university!"
"And remember, you're only nineteen this year, you can still compete in major tournaments. Next time, your performance will only be better!"
Liu Jianhong's eyes suddenly lit up when she heard He Tiantian's words. She had been so busy blaming herself, feeling sad, that she had forgotten all this.
She had already surpassed herself and attained a highly regarded result.
Whether she returned to the provincial team or retired, she would now have access to a higher platform.
"There's more, Jianhong, don't worry, I will avenge you!"
