After my father's death, my recklessness grew even more. At seventeen, I was obsessed with racing with Yicheng and the others, and in our youthful arrogance, we offended some people. During that race, I was surrounded and hit by three cars. I remember both the front and rear of my car were deformed and smoking, and the opponents still had no intention of stopping.
Yicheng was also cornered by several cars, and the situation was dire. My elder brother somehow got the news and knew I was illegal racing, so he rushed over.
Seeing I was trapped by multiple cars with no way out, he drove over without hesitation. In the end, I escaped unscathed, but his car was deliberately rammed over, and my brother, he lost consciousness on the spot."
Jin Jumo gently stroked the corner of his eye, trying to erase the despair in his gaze.
Rong Mochen held her fingertips in his palm, murmuring, "After the rescue, though my brother's life wasn't in danger, his left leg... was crippled."
