The rain hadn't stopped yet, and the two people in the living room were leaning against each other, and even their breathing rhythms gradually became consistent. Those ten years of burning on the track finally turned into a cup of unfinished coffee, a sweet gummy candy, and a kiss that no need to hide in June. There are no more engineers in the maintenance area urging you to get on the car, no more broadcast cameras chasing you, and no more life-or-death line at the last corner. Just them, and a room full of old helmets, and a whole, no need to rush forward for the rest of their lives.
Mission: Everyone is equal