Xu Qi'an is my navigator.
Twenty years spent together, day in and day out, had given us a rapport unlike anyone else's.
I trusted him completely, without question, even when he gave instructions that weren't in the route book.
Until our race car overturned and both my legs were injured.
With an arm around the waist of a newly rising racer, he said:
“We were young back then. We mistook the suspension bridge effect for love.”
Later, I became the navigator for a legendary genius racer.
Only then did I realize that some kinds of rapport are innate.
I watched with my own eyes as Xu Qi'an's car flew off the track. On camera, he closed his eyes with a carefree smile.
“I was wrong. Can we start over?”
