The rain in the mountain city soaked through the long night in the emergency room.
On the rainy night Lin Wan left, all she gave Cheng Ye was a casual, “I’m sorry. I meant to help you.”
From then on, no one on the track of life was waiting for him to come home.
When he was ten, the boy from the repair shop heard a motorcycle roar for the first time and fell in love with the wind on the mountain roads.
The evening breeze on the old streets, a battered scooter, the riverside road at midnight, the old tunnel no one dared enter.
Cheng Ye thought speed could carry him out of the mire and help him overcome every frustration.
Until he slowly uncovered the past his father had kept buried for years:
A vanished racing team, a voided racing license, old photographs burned to ashes, and the mountain-city racetrack accident no one dared mention.
The glory and falling-out of the three young riders of Fierce Wind, a mysterious figure keeping watch from the shadows, a guardrail deliberately severed, and a secret hidden in the lining of a helmet.
Only then did Cheng Ye understand:
Beneath every bend that seems to promise freedom lie the regrets and sins of an entire generation.
A boy chases the wind, only to end up chasing pain.
Life has no straightaway free of trouble;
every unexpected turn is a plot point fate wrote in advance.
Someone died trying to win justice for him.
Just when everyone thought he was finished, a new sponsor and a team on the verge of breaking up pulled him back onto the track.
This time, he wasn’t just chasing the championship.
