Bai Oulan had sacrificed so much to achieve everything she now had. Why should this girl just arrive and try to snatch away her title as the Union Flower? Just a bastard daughter from the countryside, a mere village girl—what right did she have to compare to her?
As glorious as Sheng Ning was now, so too would her future be tragic.
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The day of the Spring Festival Gala arrived in an instant—today was the last day of the lunar year 1983. In preparation, the General Union Song and Dance Troupe had been training intensively in seclusion. By the Spring Festival, the entire General Union and the district were immersed in a sea of joy. Comrades with annual leave had already gone home for holidays, but most still remained at their front-line posts.
There were many activities during New Year's, various meetings, and various employee recognition events; even those who couldn't go home wouldn't feel lonely.
