Xie Shang raised his hand, and Wen Changling this time saw clearly, it was sign language.
[Come down]
She hesitated for a moment, then stood up and walked down.
She had never seen Xie Shang in his racing suit before, which was very dazzling and made it impossible to look away.
"Xie Shang," she was the first to speak, "did you lose?"
The spot where Xie Shang stood was a safety zone. Between him and Wen Changling was a half-person-high protective wall.
Because he had stopped mid-race, a succession of racing cars whizzed past on the adjacent track, the roar of their engines ebbing and flowing. On the electronic display, the ranking of Ji was tumbling down continuously.
The Season God had fallen from his pedestal.
He didn't seem to care at all, only looking at Wen Changling: "Why are you here?"
"Mr. Gu said you were here, I came to find you."
"What for?"
"I couldn't reach you." Wen Changling was uncertain, her tone probing, "Xie Shang, do you want to break up with me?"