The lunatics on the track have never looked down on Wen Tun's opponent Lu Jin. When he was cornering with a cigarette in his mouth, he always felt that the driver named Wen Yanbai was like a white porcelain glove that had not been burned through. He was so white that he was too stable to corner. Even the sound of the engine was tepid until a rainy battle. He rushed hard but was stopped by the white porcelain car at the finish line with almost paranoid precision. In the smoke of gunfire, Wen Yanbai's eyelashes were stained with raindrops, and his smile was hotter than the sparks burning his tires. You are desperate for life. I'm very familiar with you. Later, Lu Jin realized that gentleness was his protective color, and that he hid the same madness in his bones. Two lunatics smashed their prejudices on the track, and ran the roar of the engine into a love letter that only each other can understand.
Motto: Even if others say bad things, don't feel bad about yourself
