"Nichole, I've asked the experts about your foot injury, no one can cure it. You shouldn't think that foreign experts are good, in fact, they're all lies.”
I concealed the loss and hatred in my heart and lowered my head slightly.
"Gerard, it has been three years. Are you going to let me leave the stage completely and make way for Sarah?"
[Guys, happy Valentine's Day.]
As soon as I saw the bracelet in front of me, my heart slowly sank.
It was just a gift for the necklace. It was the genuine one for Sarah.
Gerard did not try to understand my thoughts any more. He said excitedly, "Nichole, I'll take you to a private dance party!"
I looked up at him in surprise.
Even though he built a studio for me, he did not like me to dance again, because he was afraid that my foot injury would get worse.
I only went to the studio to create and choreograph dances when inspiration stroke.
I hoped that even if I could not dance in the future, I could still teach others to dance.
Now he was actually going to take me to a dance party.
Just as I was wondering what he meant, there was a sound of a door opening.
I turned around in confusion, only to find Sarah holding the key and appearing in front of my house.