Xie Baola slightly bent forward, her hands gripping the window sill, her face alight with excitement that had not yet faded.
"I won."
Chen Jiayan nodded, "I know."
The two of them, one sitting inside the car, the other standing outside, were close yet separated by a car door.
It was like their current relationship, with an uncrossable trench lying between them.
"Usually there are stakes involved in car racing."
Xie Baola looked at him somberly, a dark glint in her fox-like eyes, "So, do you have to agree to a condition for me?"
"No stakes were placed at the beginning." His expression was always placid, like a dead pool without ripples.
"It's not too late for me to make one now." Realizing she was being somewhat unreasonable—they had only met a few times—she suggested, "How about we race one more time?"
"Racing rules, one race determines the winner." Chen Jiayan said unperturbed.
Xie Baola clicked her tongue, "Then I won for nothing."
