——When the taillights of modified cars cut through the blizzard, my fire is reborn in your ice crack.
In the world of underground racer He Lin, speed is a painkiller.
Until one blizzard night, his modified car crashed into the snowy mountain, and Bai Xu, a retired skier, inserted his ski into the exhaust pipe.
The silver-haired young man's right knee was bleeding, but he smiled like a snow fox catching its prey:
"Dare you hit the snowy mountains with summer tires? You should be lucky that the snow here is warm."
At night when ice crystals condensed on the flame tattoo, the two scars began to resonate:
- There is an old scar hidden on the waist of the racing suit from when he shielded his sister from a knife.
- The birthmark pierced by an ice edge during an avalanche is hidden in the ski pants.
When the pursuers crushed the cedar forest, a blizzard roared in carrying the past:
Bai Xu took He Lin's copper lighter and lit it on the cable car. He Lin wrapped the blood-stained Winter Olympics ski suit around the steering wheel.
In the last ten seconds before the aurora comes:
The friction between the brake pads and the ice surface produced blue sparks. Amidst the roar of the avalanche, someone bit his Adam's apple and asked:
"Do you understand now why skis have clips?"
——People like us have never competed on the track or on the slopes.
But at the moment when each other is shattered, they catch each other's sharp section
Concept: When the avalanche came, he was pressing my flame tattoo on the bleeding knee - it turns out that the aurora was born in the rift valley where ice and fire intertwined.