It's Pran.

In order to prevent Plan from being blocked from the semi-finals, Gawain asked Tobias to apply for an extra player box pass for Plan as a backup.

However, it was not used. Plan relied on his perseverance to successfully queue up in the surging crowd and bought an admission ticket. However, he did not expect that, as the situation turned out, the pass came in handy after the game, and he made a surprise appearance, catching Gawain off guard.

Gawain stopped and looked at Plan who was standing there quietly and waiting patiently. His chaotic and turbulent emotions slowly settled down.

“Great game, man.”

"God, you were incredible today."

“An unparalleled journey.”

As people came and went, congratulations and blessings lingered in my ears. Gawain conquered the spectators inside and outside the Centre Court with his performance on the court, and won the respect of the All England Club with his off-court charm. Competitive sports do not only have victory to celebrate.

But at this moment, Gawain had no mind to deal with the noise in front of him, and his mind was always on Plan.

Then.

Plan caught the hustle and bustle in the corridor, turned around, and saw Gawain——

He always maintained a polite smile, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised and his eyes gentle. He nodded to the people who passed by and expressed congratulations and comfort. He did not have the arrogance and edge on the court at all. He was just like a boy next door, exuding the youthful aura.

Gentle, calm, yet sunny.

However, Plan was able to capture the weariness and loss in Gawain.

Perhaps, his mouth and eyes always keep smiling, but that kind of faint loneliness quietly flows out from between his brows, lightly falls on his shoulders, and the lines of his jaw and shoulders cast a shallow shadow, carefully hiding the bitterness and depression, which seems to be shattered at the touch.

In my mind, the last scene of the game just now appeared again——

Gawain took off his shoes, reluctantly felt the ground with his feet, lowered his head, and carefully and slowly treasured the memories of the stadium.

She knew, she knew it all. Even if she tried her best, even if she gave it all up, even if she burned herself out, even if she knew she had reached her limit and should accept the result without regrets, she was still unwilling to give up. Behind all the bitterness was stubbornness and desire.

From Roland Garros to Wimbledon, in just one month, he had to face two defeats that were so close and so painful.

It's not easy.

Now, no words can bring comfort, because the truth is very simple, but life is much more complicated, and only time is the only good medicine.

Plan wanted to give Gawain a hug and accompany him to face the storms and challenges.

So she did just that.

She took a step forward and took the initiative to move forward, but she was not in a hurry. Instead, she waited patiently for others to finish greeting her. Finally, it was her turn.

Pu Lan raised her head slightly and looked carefully at the loneliness between Gao Wen's brows. When their eyes met, she saw Gao Wen smile and a hint of tenderness in his eyes. She was about to say something, but this time, Pu Lan took the lead and stood on tiptoe to hug Gao Wen.

"Emily..."

Gawain had just called out when he paused, feeling the embrace surrounding him.

The camouflage armor was slowly removed piece by piece.

Gawain also opened his arms and hugged Plan.

Little by little, I let out the pent-up air in my chest, and the world became quiet. All the noise and bustle seemed no longer important.

Without realizing it, I tightened my arms quietly, closed my eyes, and carefully felt the softness and warmth in front of my eyes. The weight of my body completely pressed down to support my body.

The heaviness on my shoulders slowly dissipated.

Plan could feel the weight coming at her. She straightened her knees and back, supporting Gawain like a crutch. Her clear eyes flashed with a determined light, which became brighter and more resolute, just like Gawain who was fighting to the end on the field.

The noise is still surging, but it is no longer important——

"Oh, where did Xiao Wu go?"

Gao Hongli took a quick look around and didn't see his son in the familiar place, so he couldn't help but mutter.

Then, Jiang Yanyun saw it.

Jiang Yanyun saw Gao Wen's back, he was exhausted and bruised, he took off his armor and baggage, he was no longer as strong and sunny as usual.

In fact, she knew that Gawain was sensible and didn't want them to worry, so he took care of everything by himself. Even in front of Sampras and Agassi, he rarely showed his vulnerability. As the core and pillar of the entire team, Gawain had long understood his responsibilities.

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However, she also knew that Gao Wen was only nineteen years old. No matter how strong and sensible he was, he was still a child, carrying burdens and pressures that others could not imagine. Even these "onlookers" could feel the overwhelming pressure, not to mention Gao Wen himself? Most parents hope that their children can grow up and take charge of their own affairs as soon as possible, but Jiang Yanyun hopes that Gao Wen will not be so sensible. It's okay for him to act foolishly and fragile occasionally, to be childish occasionally, to throw a tantrum and say he doesn't want to train, and to be depressed and sad because of losing a game occasionally.

Jiang Yanyun just wanted to tell Gao Wen that you have done very, very well, sincerely.

Seeing his son showing a bit of fragility, Jiang Yanyun's eyes couldn't help but well up slightly. The emotions that he had tried his best to suppress at the moment when the match point just ended, finally couldn't be controlled and surged up; but behind the heartache, there was also some relief.

"ah!"

Gao Hongli also noticed Gao Wen. After all, with his height and size, he would stand out anywhere.

"Xiao Wu!"

Gao Hongli had just called out when Jiang Yanyun pulled Gao Hongli's arm and tried to stop him with his eyes.

Gao Hongli didn't understand.

Jiang Yanyun had to explain, "Give Xiao Wu some time, and give Xiao Wu some private space."

It was a little late for Gao Hongli to notice the petite figure in Gao Wen's arms.

At this moment, Plan was facing them. Even from a distance, they could see the hazy tears sparkling in the girl's eyes, as well as the tenacity and determination hidden in the tears. She hugged Gawain tightly, supporting him with all her strength, without wavering at all.

Gao Hongli turned to look at Jiang Yanyun, giving him a questioning look.

Jiang Yanyun glanced at Gao Wen reluctantly, but still took a deep breath and patted Gao Hongli's arm, "Let's go find Pete and the others."

Without any reluctance, Jiang Yanyun turned around and left with Gao Hongli, and saw Sampras and Agassi walking hand in hand.

Sampras' eyes were slightly red, as if he had just cried. The emotion on his cheeks was difficult to describe in words.

Jiang Yanyun took the initiative to greet him, slightly opened his shoulders, and regained his usual strength, smiling again, "Peter, are you okay?"