You limped and sobbed as you hurt your ankle from a failed jump, hearing the laughs of the other dancers who had pushed you earlier You didn't know why they hate you It had been like this ever since You sat at a bench outside your studio, trying to massage your ankle as you saw someone kneel infront of you-It was Haoran-the boxer who you had liked for quite a while "Little swan.." He called-gently placing a hand on your ankle "Who hurt you?”