Chapter 38
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Mo Ran had studied dance since childhood and had always dreamed of gracing an international stage with her performance.
However, reality was harsh: a huge change in her family made her dream seem impossibly distant, and she could only work as a dance teacher in a high school.
Now, she had an opportunity to showcase herself, and she was determined to seize it.
Every day, Mo Ran practiced tirelessly in the dance studio, never tiring.
Sometimes she would lose track of time, practicing into the late night.
The piece she chose for the competition was ballet’s “Swan Lake.” It didn’t require a partner; one could dance the ancient and beautiful love story alone.
Mo Yan knew she had entered the “Glory Dancewear” competition and was very supportive, insisting that she should make a name for herself.
Before they knew it, half a month had passed, and it was finally time for the competition.
“Ranran, you must give it your all and aim to get first place.
It’s a pity, I can’t be there to watch.”
“Sis, there will be a replay on TV, and you can see me just the same.” Before leaving, Mo Ran stopped by the hospital.
“I want to see you dance live,” Mo Yan said excitedly, feeling that her younger sister’s success would shine on her as well.
“Sis, this is just the preliminary round.
The final is in a month—if I make it, you can come and see.”
“You’re right, if I’m going to watch, it should be the final.
Ranran, keep going, you must make it to the final.”
Mo Ran nodded happily, “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely make it to the final.”
Carrying a garment bag in one hand and a small purse in the other, she walked out of the hospital joyfully, about to hail a taxi to the venue, when a figure rushed over and snatched her purse.
She was stunned for a second before realizing what happened, then shouted loudly, “Robbery!
I’m robbed!”
Her competition entry pass was in the purse—if it was gone, she wouldn’t be able to participate in today’s competition.
“Stop!
Give me back my purse, stop!” Mo Ran chased desperately, but the thief was incredibly fast, vanishing into the crowd and disappearing in less than a minute.
Mo Ran couldn’t find him anywhere and was about to cry out in desperation.
What could she do?
With time running out, how could she proceed?
Her passion over the past half month had been doused with a bucket of cold water, plunging her heart into a deep valley, her whole body chilling.
Half an hour before the competition, she arrived at the venue.
She explained to the staff that her purse had been stolen, her entry pass was inside, and she hoped that even without the pass, they would allow her to compete.