The One Who Has Seen the Light

“Do you have a dream?”

“No.”

“Do you have faith?”

“No.”

Suddenly, a blade skated across the ice in a graceful arc. Yuan Rui folded her arms and tilted her head, as she always did. “Aren’t you tired of lying all the time?”

As ever, the only reply was his solitary, aloof back. He seemed a withered, lifeless loner, but she knew how much explosive power he was hiding. Even when he was unkempt, leaning against the most inconspicuous corner to conceal every sharp edge, he remained frightening, impossible to ignore.

Yuan Rui didn’t mind his attitude. It wasn’t the first time, after all. She took a deep breath and turned, crossing her arms and lifting her chin. Then her body spun, swayed, and leaped.

Mu Zhishan kept his hands in his pockets. His hood covered his handsome face, and tousled hair obscured his half-lidded eyes. Hidden in the shadows, he was impossible to read, radiating a danger he couldn’t conceal. He watched her fall and get back up again and again, just as he had every other time.

In the end, he still couldn’t “beat” her. So he simply cut his hair, shaved his stubble, and changed out of his sweat-soaked clothes. Leaving the shadows behind, he stood proudly on the ice. The aura hidden in his bones was both restrained and unleashed, brimming with confidence. His alluring lips pressed together slightly. Once again, he was peerlessly handsome, a man of profound refinement.

That winter, the five-star red flag flew once more, dazzlingly beautiful.

Theme: Fight with passion, and never give up.