Su Le had her own childhood memories of motorcycles—vivid, dreamy recollections that still lingered in her mind like perfume from a summer long gone.
Her father used to ride with her nestled right at the front, her small arms outstretched as the engine let out a resonant vroom, a sound so thrilling it made her feel like she had sprouted wings and could soar straight into the sky.
Sometimes, her mother would sit behind her father, cradling Su Le in her arms. No matter how fast the bike went or how wildly the wind whipped around them, she always felt completely safe.
One day, when her mother came back, Su Le had already made up her mind—she would ask her father to take the two of them on a ride again, just like before.
Meanwhile, on the other side of campus, Chen Xi was making an entrance of his own.
