That’s how selfish people are. She can take the initiative to pour her heart out to you, regardless of whether you accept it or not; but if you ask her to do the same, that’s just wrong...
’And the matter of Little Qin borrowing the book... that probably wasn’t fake either. So that girl harbored murderous intent and hid it from me. She’s even more vicious than I was at her age!’
A chill ran through Master Yuan. She was lost, wondering what she had been striving for her entire life.
Xia Zhaoyun said lightly, "Old Comrade Yuan, you should be kinder to yourself. After struggling for so many years, how many people truly appreciate you? It’s time to relax and enjoy life a little."
She started to walk away, then paused and added in a low voice, "You were Teacher Gao’s student, weren’t you?"
Without another word, she walked away, leaving the other person’s imagination to run wild.
Master Yuan felt as if she had plunged into a pit of ice. Watching the woman, whose every step exuded a natural, enchanting air, she felt ’this little vixen is here to claim my life.’
When the factory’s cultural troupe was first established, Teacher Gao had been hired as the choreographer for a high salary. Her reputation and skill were so great that even Mr. Xue looked up to her.
She had gone to great lengths to become her student, and after finally getting her wish, she had learned most of Teacher Gao’s skills.
Unfortunately, Teacher Gao had her own daughter, so it was impossible that she would teach an outsider everything she knew.
Master Yuan had always held a grudge about this, and she felt that Teacher Gao was deeply biased against her.
Years of resentment had built up. Then, when the political climate grew severe, she... she sent an anonymous letter reporting Teacher Gao and her husband.
’Teacher Gao was sent down to a remote mountain village with a harsh environment. With her proud and aloof personality, there was no way she could handle such filthy, exhausting work. She’d probably get sick from sheer indignation and end up bedridden!’
And Teacher Gao’s only daughter, who taught music at a high school, had recently been killed in a fire.
Master Yuan had even been so "kind" as to write about this news in a letter and mail it to her mentor.
She had always targeted Xia Zhaoyun for a simple reason: the little vixen was just too beautiful. She looked so much like Teacher Gao and her daughter, and she was incredibly talented. Even though Master Yuan had retired from the stage and no longer danced, she couldn’t stop the feelings of envy, jealousy, and hatred from bubbling to the surface.

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