"No. I did sprain my ankle," Yan Jingwan explained. "Cui Xuezhi is incredibly arrogant. She doesn't bother to hide her evil intentions; they're written all over her face. So I noticed before she started. The sprain wasn't serious, though. It only hurt a few moments at first, but it subsided within a few minutes. It's been hours now, and it's long since healed."
"That's how it is."
Yan Jingwan's honesty made Yun Qiao feel a little complicated. He was happy that her ankle was not injured, but he also felt a little cheated.
Yan Jingwan saw Yun Qiao's thoughts and quickly explained, "Yun Qiao, don't overthink it. I had no choice but to do this. Cui Xuezhi has been staring at the position where I danced. If she finds out that my foot is actually fine, she might try to deal with me in other ways. It's better to take advantage of her and wait and see."
Yun Qiao nodded slightly to show his understanding.
She knew that Yan Jingwan did this to protect herself, and the unhappiness in her heart immediately disappeared.
With a serious and responsible attitude, Yun Qiao asked Yan Jingwan: "Does your ankle not hurt at all now? Do you really not need to take another look?"
Yan Jingwan thought for a moment and said, "Let's take a look. I'm an amateur, and although I don't feel any discomfort right now, I'd still like to be on the safe side and have you, a professional doctor, take a look to avoid any hidden dangers."
Yun Qiao nodded and said, "Okay, take off your shoes and let me see them."
Yan Jingwan's feet weren't pretty, and could even be described as "ugly." Compared to her fair, delicate ankles, her feet were not only rough but also slightly deformed.
Yan Jingwan took off her shoes and said a little embarrassedly, "My feet are a bit ugly."
"What's the big deal?" Yun Qiao said nonchalantly, "Feet are for walking. As long as they can walk, run, and jump, what does it matter if they look good or not?"
"That's right." Yan Jingwan relaxed a little after hearing this, and her favorability towards Yun Qiao increased significantly.
She said with a hint of dejection, "But as a girl, who doesn't want to look beautiful from head to toe? It's a pity that dancers' feet aren't generally that good-looking. After all, we have to practice pointe shoes every day, and over time, the skin gets rubbed and blistered, and then it breaks and bleeds. But we can't stop practicing, so we repeat it over and over again. Eventually, our feet are covered in calluses and our toes become deformed. Over time, our feet become like this."
"I haven't worn open-toed sandals in years."
As the saying goes, ten minutes on stage takes ten years of hard work off stage.
This pair of scarred feet is proof of Yan Jingwan's hard work.
Yun Qiao couldn't even imagine how much hardship a country girl who had almost starved to death would have to endure to become the chief dancer of the troupe.
She must have had a hard time these years, right?
Even though I work so hard, because I am ambitious and not respectful enough, I am always accused of being scheming and restless.
In her previous life, she had no ambition and was quite submissive, but in the end, what good ending did she have?
These so-called compliments are actually nothing more than tools to discipline women's thoughts and shackles to restrict their freedom.
There's really nothing good to hear.
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