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I laughed and shouted, "Brother Qin Lang, you're going the wrong way!"
Each major at the freshman party had to present at least two performances. My roommate pushed me onto the stage. Zhu Fan was skilled in all arts, and I had inherited some of her talents, but I didn't want to dance; it just wasn't for me.
At that moment, Zhu Wan appeared in our class. Seeing her looking so much thinner made me gasp. She was here to find me again.
"Hello everyone, I'm the coordinator for this event. If you're interested, come find me to sign up," she said softly.
How annoying. I wanted to look down, not because I was afraid of her, but because I felt embarrassed to know her.
"Hey?! Sister! You're actually in this class! I was just thinking about finding you!"
What a surprise, I thought, using a trendy internet phrase I'd learned recently.
"Hehe," I forced a few laughs.
Someone who clearly didn't like me spoke up, "She wants to sign up for a performance."
I was truly grateful. Zhu Wan pretended to be surprised and covered her mouth with a laugh.
"Sister, when did you start liking performances? Didn't you say you didn't like dancing? Remember when we learned dance together as kids? The teacher said you danced like a little duck while I looked like a white swan. She even said we were such good sisters that we could write our own fairy tale!"
I narrowed my eyes. The teacher had said that Zhu Fan's hard work would not go to waste; she would become a proud swan. Why did the narrative change when it came to Zhu Wan?
Only she knew how much effort Zhu Fan had put in behind the scenes, encouraged by the teacher.
I was naturally rebellious and replied coldly, "Sister must be mistaken. I only remember the teacher saying I would become a swan. Since you're so talented, let's dance that piece together."
Without hesitation, Zhu Wan signed her name up.
Did she imagine scenes of me making a fool of myself? I scoffed inwardly.
During the rehearsal, I pretended to feel unwell and only observed the process, avoiding too much interaction with Zhu Wan. She was more than happy to keep her distance; she had a knack for attracting flattery wherever she went.
On the day of the performance, Zhu Wan began her antics. My dress was torn, and the hem was cut haphazardly. Cheng Lin looked furious.
"Who would do something so malicious? How can there be such people in our defense?"
I maintained a blank expression; only that fool Zhu Wan could pull off something like this.
"Forget it, can you help me borrow a lighter? I’m up in two acts."
Though Cheng Lin was puzzled, he still managed to get me a lighter. I used it to singe the edges of my dress and smeared some ash on the hem.
Zhu Wan walked over in her costume, feigning surprise.
"Sister, what happened to your dress?"
I had no intention of playing along with her act.
"You did this, so why are you asking me?"
Everyone around turned their gaze toward Zhu Wan. Unable to withstand their scrutinizing looks, she stammered,
"Sister, don’t say that! I've been with Shan Shan and the others all along."
I looked at her pitiful expression and replied,
"Enough with the pretense; I'm not interested in playing these games with you."
I grabbed some paper and a pen, quickly scribbling down a new score and handing it backstage. With an apologetic tone, I said,
"Sorry, we’re changing the song last minute."
This was a score that had swept through the post-apocalyptic world, allowing listeners to vividly experience the transition from chaos to prosperity.
The first half of the melody was filled with sorrow, while the latter half surged with passion. Under the gaze of everyone, I picked up the tattered long skirt and walked into the changing room. Cheng Lin anxiously grabbed my arm.
"Fan Fan, are you really going to wear that?"
"Yes, don't worry," I replied with a slight smile.
I didn't know how much time had passed, but my head throbbed painfully. Countless memories that did not belong to me surged into my mind. After a moment, I had to admit this dramatic reality. I had crossed over... into the body of someone whose biological father did not care for her and whose stepmother did not love her. I lay on the hospital bed.
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