Roars, thunder, explosions, all intertwining.
Suddenly, a voice uttered, "Wensheng."
"What did you call me?" His forehead slick with sweat, drop by drop, about to fall into her eyes, a smile imprinting on the drunken dimples of his cheeks.
She was panting, unable to stop, his smile before her so close she could reach out and touch it, even every part of his body, she was not dreaming, this was not a dream, every cell in her body was telling her it wasn't a dream.
He was cruel, just like before, if he wanted someone to lose, he wanted that person to see clearly how they lost. And she knew she would lose, but still, he had to rip off her glasses, tear away all her pretenses, leaving only herself in front of him, and then watch how she was utterly defeated.
Tears, unidentifiable emotions, touched the tips of his fingers as they brushed her cheek.
He slowly let go of her.
She turned over, looking at the chaotic marks inside the car, utterly disheveled.
