But by now, Rong Xingyu could barely hear the shouts around him. The pain roared in his ears like thunder.
Still, he kept running.
Like someone making one last desperate fight before death, he found strength hidden deep inside his exhaustion and agony.
Rong Xingyu was barely conscious, he keep running forward only by pure will, the belief that he couldn't let the cheater win.
And then, when he finally crossed the finish line, his body suddenly gave out, like a tightly pulled string that had finally snapped.
He collapsed to the side.
But before he could hit the ground, a warm embrace caught him.
And from that embrace came a low sigh, almost like a whisper carried by the wind.
"Why are you always so stubborn?"
That gentle sigh drifted away in the wind and Rong Xingyu didn't quite catch the words.
