The scene shifts to a luxurious office, where cabinets are filled with trophies and photos: some of women and their fathers, some of two families of six, some of Jing Li and Fei Mo…

The television was showing a thrilling racing scene. After one of the race cars crossed the finish line, the driver got out of the car, took off her helmet, and revealed her pretty face.

At the subsequent awards ceremony, Jing Li rushed towards Fei Mo with the Formula One racing gold trophy in her hands. The man picked her up like a child, and the woman cried and laughed at the same time. Holding the trophy, she took the initiative to kiss the man, and the audience screamed and applauded.

The scene gradually zooms out, showing the boss sitting behind his desk, looking at Jing Li with a regretful expression.

"You've worked so hard to achieve what you have today, are you sure you've thought this through before retiring at the height of your career?"

"I'm sure."

With a solemn expression, Jing Li nodded.

As she left the company, the woman looked up at the azure sky and a bright smile spread across her face.

The scene returns to the car repair shop.

Fei Mo crawled out from under the car shirtless, covered in heavy engine oil stains. He looked a little unkempt, but had a tough guy vibe.

Just as he put down the wrench, the roller shutter door opened, and Jing Li walked in, tossing him a cigarette.

With a stylish flourish, Fei Mo took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled, then lazily waved to the woman who was grinning foolishly at him.

"Shall we go see Dad and the others?"

She threw herself into his arms, took a drag of her cigarette, and giggled.

"good."

With eyes full of doting affection, Fei Mo ruffled her hair.

He pulled down the roller shutter and drove her to the cemetery on his motorcycle.

Fei Mo placed four bouquets of flowers in front of the four tombstones, gently embraced her, and quietly looked at the two men and two women in the photos with their smiles on their faces. Life was peaceful and serene.

"Tell me... what would it be like if Dad, Mom, Uncle, and Aunt were still alive?"

Jing Li asked softly.

Fei Mo smiled brightly and kissed her forehead, "They will be so proud of you, the most beautiful race queen."

"Bad people... will get what they deserve, right?"

Tears welled in her eyes as Jing Li looked intently at him and asked again softly.

"Yes, with the best tuner and the best racer, the race... we'll definitely win!"

Gently stroking her head, Fei Mo nodded earnestly.

The two knelt down and kowtowed to the tombstone. The image gradually zoomed in and stopped on the photo of the race car driver with a bright smile.

The background music started playing again, accompanied by Jing Li's husky voice, showing a loving scene between the two as adults.

In the morning, Fei Mo would bring a fragrant breakfast to the room and wake Jing Li with a passionate kiss. The two would linger for a while, and she would put on his oversized t-shirt before letting him carry her into the narrow bathroom to wash up.

After having breakfast together, the two would turn on the computer to discuss car modifications.

Afterwards, they would go to the car dealership and each of them would start modifying the car, changing the engine, the chassis, the rear wing, and so on.

The small car dealership and the two dirty-looking people couldn't hide the overflowing happiness on the screen.

Occasionally, they would test drive the car, just like when they were young, to experience the adrenaline rush.

Occasionally, they would linger in their room, drinking, smoking, and enjoying the night view.

Days passed, night fell, the background music stopped again, and Jingli put on her racing suit, which she hadn't worn in a long time.

On the mountain road, the murderer who had killed his father was now middle-aged, but his attitude remained arrogant. When he saw Jing Li and Fei Mo driving up, the crowd began to sigh loudly.