C927 A Perfect Whip Swing

This disease is threatening, like maggots in the bones, and as long as she's breathing, it will weaken her body's bodily functions bit by bit.

The hard work she had put in for the ballet, the perfect movements she had performed, were all defeated in front of the illness.

Ivan was very clear about her body's condition. Every day when she opened her eyes, she felt that her bodily functions were deteriorating. It was slightly worse than yesterday and a little worse than the day before yesterday. When the time came to their ballet performance, the 32-circle whip spin that she was proud of had already become the biggest obstacle to her performance.

Not only would the speed decrease, but it would also reduce the leakage and even cause one to fall. For a ballet actor who needed to have a strong balance, this was not different from Ling Chi.

What was even more terrifying was that there was no effective treatment for this disease at the moment. She could only be clear-headed and lose control of her body one by one. When all the muscles in her body atrophied, she would face death.

It was very cruel.

Ivan lay on the stage of the theater with her head facing up. Looking at the spotlight on her body, tears unconsciously appeared in her eyes.

She had never hated the illusory fate and the heavens like now. Why? She had humiliated her dream and left no way out for her. She never did evil with others, never taking the initiative to bully others. For so many years, she had been living in her own circle, bleeding and sweating for the sake of her goal. She knew that she could not do anything that could hold up the heavens and support the earth. However, doing things openly and with a clear conscience, what right did she have to suffer such pain?

This was not her fault, it was fate that forced her misfortune.

In the midst of her painful muscle spasms, she thought of Soong Soong again.

She thought of the Soong Soong who had promised to accompany her eleven years ago. After so many years of training and performing, Soong Soong had lifted her over his head. He had accompanied her to this day with great difficulty, carrying the pressure of her family and society. They had hugged to their heart's content, cried and laughed together, and slept together in countless nights of training.

He was not considered young anymore. She had delayed him for eleven years.

Ivan did not know how many eleven years she could have in her life. But she knew that there would not be a third full eleven years in her life. And just because of a promise, he silently accompanied her through one-third of her life.

She once again felt regret. If only Soong Soong had appeared in her life earlier. When she saw Soong Soong, she would not hesitate. Instead, she bravely hugged him and kissed him, trying to fill her second eleventh year.

In the end, she was still selfish.

Ivan curled up on the cold floor, tears falling from the corners of her eyes, and a dark puddle of water appeared.

What right did she have to ask Soong Soong to accompany her? Wasn't it enough to waste eleven years of his time?

Mama Song's worry was right. One day, she would drag Soong Soong into hell and become the devil of hell just like her.

She sobbed and sobbed in the empty theater. The echoes of her sobs intertwined with her weak cries, making her miserable and sad. The man who hid behind the scenes and listened to her cry gritted his teeth and his eyes turned red. He sobbed like a desperate beast.

The training still had to continue. This was their last dance, perhaps also the last dance in her life.

On the day of the performance, not many people came. There were only a few people in the front row. When the lights in the audience dimmed, she saw many numb faces that were illuminated by the phone screen.

She looked at them one by one and thought numbly that this was how the ballet she had been persisting in was.

The performance was rather smooth. Although there was a small mistake, it did not affect the strictness and elegance of the ballet.

This whip spin was also the most arrogant and bright whip spin she had ever performed. It went round after round. Her cold and fierce eyes seemed to be looking at a bunch of dead objects. Her slightly raised chin vividly displayed her contempt. Her red lips were slightly hooked. It was an absolute arrogance that reigned over all things.

Her thunderous applause gave her the most perfect whip spin.