"You've locked away all your genius. I don't understand why you do that."
"You mean, I can dance better, but I don't want to?"
"That's pretty much it."
"I don't want to play this dancing game anymore. I'll kill you now." Olivia's legs tightened slightly, and the blade under her feet had popped out.
"Have you ever discovered that when you are angry, your dance has a soul?" Della lowered her head and glanced at Olivia's legs. The slightly tensed legs clearly contained danger, but they also seemed to be a tempting movement.
She froze. At first she thought Della was just making fun of her, but when she mentioned her anger, she seemed to be expressing a feeling she had long had but had never expressed.
When the emotions become intense, his dance becomes more...vital.
She didn't know why this happened.
Della smiled: "Come with me."
Olivia put away the sharp blade protruding from the arch of her foot. She wasn't in awe of Della, she just wanted to know the answer.
They sat down in the noisy backstage, and the peerless dancer took out a crystal ball from the cabinet next to her.
"What are you going to do?" Olivia asked.
"Olivia, you know where this place is. If I wanted to do anything to you, I would have done it a long time ago, so why bother until now?" Della's fingers lightly swept the crystal ball. Even the nostalgic fingertips give people endless charming feelings...
A small gray vortex appeared in the crystal ball.
"You've locked up all your emotions. How can you dance a dance like this?"
"I am a protector, and I have people to protect. Emotions are a burden." Olivia's eyes and voice became colder. She always reminds herself to protect her readers and Sean.
"Then you will always be able to wave your hands and feet mechanically." The smile on Della's face also disappeared.
"Listen, little beauty." Mai Ji lowered her voice, "That old man knows you and each of you. He bet that you can't solve your own problems and wants to trap you here forever.
“But I am the last goddess of the Fertile Land, and I cannot possibly watch another peerless dancer trap myself like this…
"I risk disobeying him to enlighten you. If you insist on staying here, then you continue to fight against yourself."
Olivia was silent. There was no room for improvement in her dancing, and she had no choice.
Della returned to her lazy state, and the gray swirls in the crystal ball became more conspicuous. People were coming and going in the background, but no one noticed.
"Now, look into the crystal ball."
The Seiko girl's eyes were devoted to it. The rotation of the whirlpool slowed down, and it slowly took on some form. She saw the face of a camel. The camel's eyes were calm, as if he wanted to endure everything silently.
Then, she saw a figure from behind, which made her eyes widen slightly.
That was the back she was most familiar with, Sean's back.
She saw this figure in countless places and countless times. But she always stood behind him silently, saying nothing.
"Now, go forward and hold him. Say what you want to say and do what you want to do." Della's voice rang in her ears.
Olivia's eyes widened even more as if she heard something incredible.
"There's nothing I want to do."
"Face yourself."
"There's nothing I want to do!"
"Then you stay here forever!"
Sean's back suddenly started to walk forward. He was walking so fast that he was about to disappear.
Olivia hurried a few steps and took his arm. He turned around, with the same face, slightly stubble, because it was the first time he was being pulled from behind, and his eyes were slightly surprised.
"What's wrong, Olivia?"
"Sean..." She felt that her heart was burning, a vigorous flame, and smoke filling her chest. She couldn't figure out what she was feeling at the moment. She felt something rush out of the smoke. It was a lion. She followed the momentum and stood on tiptoes, her lips almost colliding...
The flywheel in my chest has spun incredibly fast.
Is this how it feels? She felt his breath. He didn't run away or resist. Her nose caught the scent of something maddening that she had never smelled before. She seemed to blend into his secret shadow and discovered a side of his heart that she had never known...
…
"How do you feel?" Della had a pleasant smile on her face.
Olivia covered her mouth, unable to believe what just happened.
"You have always been in love with that person, but you have been suppressing your emotions. How can such a soul relax?"
I've always been in love with Sean, right? Olivia still couldn't believe it. She thought she wouldn't have such strong emotions.
Regardless, when she faced her emotions, she could feel a strange energy flowing through her limbs. Before, it had been solidified.
"Love can fail, but it cannot be denied by oneself." Della said, holding her chin, "otherwise it will become an obstacle to the soul.
"Is love something you should be ashamed of? Or do you feel that your identity is not worthy of love?"
Olivia turned her eyes away: "But he won't accept it." She really just wanted to be his candle bearer, even if she always stood behind him. Why make this complicated? When she admitted it, she felt more painful feelings in her heart - is love pain?
"So what? All we have to do is not deny it. Remember, you can fail, but you can't say it doesn't exist."
Olivia looked at Della again. She couldn't believe she could say such a thing. Through her eyes Leo Livi saw her story. Those eyes are indeed lingering and bright, but there is still wind and sand in the brightness that never stops.
It can fail, but you can’t say it doesn’t exist.
She suddenly understood and understood Della.
"It's like it's all coming to an end, one last dance for him. I always do one last dance for him." She squeezed Olivia's hand gently.
There were shouts of preparation in the background, and next was my own dance. Olivia stood up, looked back at Dela, and then walked towards the stage.
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Sean felt a wave of sentimentality in his heart.
…like it’s all coming to an end, one last dance for him…
Olivia is in another world and cannot clearly receive her thoughts through the bond, but Sean can vaguely sense her feelings.
What's up with her? Sean could feel something surging in her heart, running like a thawing river. That feeling made him happy, but also a little sad.
What happened to Olivia?
He shook his head to focus: now was not the time to be distracted. She is strong and can take care of herself.
After regaining his composure, Sean continued to climb the stairs. He finally reached the top and finally saw the man's back.
Frederic W. Nietzsche was standing on the edge of the cliff, overlooking everything in the world.
