We Once Raced a Hundred Kilometers, Then Fate Came Calling

Ever since you were little, you've been terrible at anything related to romance, as if you'd been born with a purely rational spirit root and no capacity for feelings. Your older sister was afraid you'd meet the wrong person when you eventually started dating, so she gave you a tip: Ask your boyfriend for money. If he transfers it without a word, close your eyes and marry him. If he complains while sending it, think about whether you can put up with his complaints. If he complains and doesn't send it, dump him without a second thought and move on.

You followed her logic to the letter and broke up with six boyfriends. The seventh transferred a million to you and stroked your cheek, telling you to spend it however you liked. Without another word, you messaged him.

[Should we get married?]

He showed as typing for a long time.

[I booked the marriage registry for eight tomorrow morning. I'll come pick you up.]

Great. You're about to have a gentle, rich, rich, and incredibly rich partner.

At the eighth Mu Chen 100, Zhang Chi and Lin Zhendong signed up, with Liu Shihao and Li Xiaohai right behind them.

Four of the country's best-known drivers, spanning two generations, competed on the same stage. The livestream and broadcast drew record-breaking viewership.

When it was time for the awards, neither Zhang Chi nor Lin Zhendong showed up. Later, you found them at the summit of Mu Chen Mountain. The skyline faded from ink-black to gray-white. A golden beam split the clouds, passed through the clear air, and soared across the faintly brightening sky, reflected in every one of your eyes.

Lin Zhendong held your hand and softly asked if you were cold.

You shook your head, put your hand on his shoulder, and practically leaned against him with your arm around it.

You saw the long-missed smile on Lin Zhendong's face, so light and contented, and all the marks left by the years lay plainly before you.

Falling into the sea goes splash. Without racing, life is ordinary.

Night falls, day breaks.

They had no regrets.

* If your boyfriend casually transfers you a million, marry him.

* Notes and content warnings: Lithography is introduced a few years early. All technical knowledge comes from web searches, with some changes made to fit the timeline. I chose the surname Lin for convenience, since I simply don't like using X as a placeholder. Feel free to replace it as you like.

Theme: Falling into the sea goes splash. Without racing, life is ordinary.