Los Angeles.
St. Bonaventure Hospital of San Jose.
"Dr. Duncan, these are all Jack's colleagues from the ballet company."
Jack's father introduced them with a hint of pride. His gaze lingered on the woman in red for several seconds before he felt a vicious pinch on the back of his thigh. Only then did he withdraw his eyes, wearing an awkward, ingratiating smile.
Some of the female dancers smiled knowingly, some looked disdainful, and some were completely oblivious.
The woman in red had a mischievous look in her eyes.
Adam nodded to everyone, signaling Violet to brief him on the patient's progress. Then he personally examined Jack and smiled. "Jack's recovery is going quite well."
"That's wonderful."
Everyone smiled.
"Dr. Duncan, when can I go back to dancing?"
Jack looked at Adam expectantly.
"Yes, the newly adapted Swan Lake is about to premiere. We need Jack."
The woman in black took the initiative to speak, her gaze at Adam rather bold.
"You must be playing the Black Swan, right?"
Adam glanced at her and explained with a smile, "Although Jack's surgery was successful, it takes a hundred days to recover from injured muscles and bones.
"Not to mention that he underwent this kind of surgery. I'm afraid he won't be able to participate in your newly adapted Swan Lake."
"That's such a pity."
The woman in black first gave Jack an apologetic look, then smiled at Adam. "My name is Lily.
"Like you, Dr. Duncan, I'm from New York.
"Director Thomas invited me here to take part in the new Swan Lake.
"My expected role is indeed the Black Swan..."
As she said this, her gaze flicked toward the woman in the white dress standing at the very front—the 'Female Thor.'
Nina, the woman in white with the same face