In the hospital room.
Ye Nuannuan sat on the bed, hugging Zhou Lu tightly, tears rolling down like broken pearls as she sobbed uncontrollably, her emotions clearly agitated, "Alu, I can never dance again, why would such a thing happen to me, what meaning is there left in my life..."
Zhou Lu clenched his fists in secret, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. After a moment, he softened his expression, gently comforting her, "Silly girl, your life has just begun, even if you can no longer dance, you can still do other valuable things. Your future holds infinite possibilities, and of course, your life is meaningful."
Ye Nuannuan's voice was full of suppression and negativity, "But dance is what I love the most. Since I was young, I have endured so much hardship for dance practice, and you've seen it all. I've already lost too much, and now I'm even going to lose my legs..."