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She could no longer dance.
And Nyasia had taken her place, becoming the new “Dancing
Queen.”
In fact, back then, that title was just something everyone called
her in jest; Kaneeta never took it to heart.
What she truly cared about was the fact that she would never be
able to dance again…
The comment section of the video was already exploding with a
dense array of rainbow emojis.
“So beautiful! How can someone dance so beautifully!”
“That control is incredible! That figure! If I practice for another
ten years, could I reach this level?”
“My mom asked me why I was kneeling while watching the
video.”
“As expected of the new Dancing Queen!”
“Wait, Dancing Queen? I remember, wasn’t Kaneeta the one
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called Dancing Queen?”
“Kaneeta! I remember too! She was amazing at dancing!”
“Come on, how long has it been since Kaneeta last danced? The
Dancing Queen now is Nyasia, okay?”
“It really has been a long time since we’ve seen Kaneeta dance. I
remember, back then Kaneeta won the international dance
competition with ‘Eternal Night Rhapsody, right?”
“Yes, I remember too. To be honest, although the girl in the video
dances really well, compared to Kaneeta back then, it’s still a bit…”
“Are you just biased toward Kaneeta? I think Nyasia dances way
better than Kaneeta.”
“Heh, a cripple should just quietly quit the dance world.”
“A cripple? So Kaneeta is crippled now?”
The smell of disinfectant in the hospital suddenly became
pungent. Kaneeta stared at that radiant smiling face on the
screen, and the sound of cars on that rainy night two years ago
roared in her ears once more.
Her right leg seemed to start aching faintly again.
She could never again dance her favorite piece, while the very
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person responsible for her inability to dance was now brazenly
performing her favorite dance, posting it on public platforms,
and basking in others‘ praise.
A tidal wave of hatred enveloped Kaneeta, and her hands
trembled uncontrollably.
She absolutely had to make Nyasia pay the price…
Suddenly, a large, warm hand wrapped around hers.
“Don’t look anymore.”
A very gentle voice…
Kaneeta gradually came back to herself. She looked up and saw
Woodrow standing in front of her.
His right arm was holding a large bouquet of lilies, and his left
hand was gently holding the back of her hand.
“Forgive my rudeness!”
After speaking, Woodrow took the phone from Kaneeta’s hand,
turned off the video, and placed the phone on the cabinet beside
her.
“Mr. Hartwell.” Kaneeta’s voice was dry. “I…”
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She took a deep breath, and when she spoke again, her tone had
become calm: “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were coming. I lost my
composure.”
“There’s no need to apologize to me.” Woodrow set the lilies aside.
“Besides, I don’t think you lost your composure at all.”
He sat down on the chair and gazed at Kaneeta. “Ms. Drayton,
we’ve been through quite a lot together. If you can, I hope you’ll
share what’s on your mind with me. You don’t have to keep it all
bottled up inside. Of course, only if you’re willing.”
A wave of sourness welled up in Kaneeta’s chest.
Her troubles… could she really tell Woodrow?
She supposed she could.
She thought, at this point, Woodrow had already become
someone she could trust.
“Mr. Hartwell.” Kaneeta’s lips trembled slightly. “I used to really
love dancing.””
She lowered her eyes, looking at her right leg.
“My mother was an amazing dancer when she was alive. She
started teaching me to dance as soon as I could walk. She said I
was talented and passionate about dance, and that one day I
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would become an even greater dancer than she was.”
