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"Right, since this perfume is strong, just spray it on your clothes. If you spray it on your skin, it’s likely not to dissipate easily," Ming Xue reminded her.
"Oh," Mo Ran only sprayed it on herself twice before returning it to her.
Ming Xue couldn’t stand it, took the perfume, and sprayed it on Mo Ran’s back and the hem of her dress, "Spray more, otherwise, it’s too faint."
"Thank you," Mo Ran said awkwardly, feeling that something was off with Ming Xue today. Didn’t she have a strong aversion to her? Why had she suddenly become somewhat friendly?
Seeing her indifferent expression, perhaps Ming Xue was just kindly lending her some perfume without any friendly intentions.
Ming Xue was the fifth to perform, and Mo Ran was the eighth; only ten people were in the finals.
From backstage, Mo Ran watched Ming Xue’s dance; she did quite well but lacked involvement in her expression, making it seem somewhat soulless. Those who performed before her had done better, and perhaps Ming Xue wouldn’t even place third.
Sighing for her, Mo Ran began to prepare; it was almost her turn to perform.
Her dance seemed ordinary to the public, yet it was extraordinary, always having something novel about it. Mo Ran believed in herself; she would succeed.
Standing at the center of the stage, she instinctively scanned the audience and saw Mo Yan, Tang Song.
But Gu Yixuan’s seat was empty, with only a sign displaying his name placed there.
Somehow, she felt a pang of disappointment. Quickly pulling herself together, she posed and moved with the music. Everyone in the audience watched her intently, and she was completely absorbed in the emotion.
In the midst of the performance, Mo Ran, who had been deeply involved, finally heard a commotion in the audience and the occasional muffled laughter.
Her heart skipped a beat. What had happened?
But she couldn’t stop; otherwise, all would be for naught. She continued to dance, increasing the magnitude of her movements, losing the natural tranquility of before.
"Stop dancing!" A figure rushed forward and wrapped her in a large suit jacket without her even realizing it.
Mo Ran looked down in panic and dismay, only to discover that a seam on her dress had come undone, leaving several splits in the wide hem. Her pale, slender legs were exposed.
Something exploded in her mind, leaving a blank void.
What on earth was happening? How could this have happened?