Time flew by quickly, and by 3 a.m., the dance practice room was left with only Lin Jiayi's lonely silhouette.
She quietly sat on the floor, two tears rolling down her cheeks, which she wiped away swiftly. She didn't want anyone to see her cry; to her, crying was a sign of weakness.
True strength is forged in sweat and perseverance.
Zhu Riri hadn't returned at all. Fan Lei had tried to persuade her to leave, but she said she still believed Zhu Riri would prioritize the team. And yet…
"Was I really wrong? Perhaps, in Zhu Riri's mind, she'll get eliminated in the next round anyway, so no matter how hard she works, it won't matter." Lin Jiayi let out a desolate smile, closed her eyes, and lay on the floor.
She didn't want to return to the dorm and stare at that tear-streaked face which occasionally revealed a chilling gaze that unnerved her.
