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Jiang Ye's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.

He glanced at his watch.

It's 2 AM Beijing time.

Based on the time difference, it should be midnight overseas where Han Qingru is!

Why would my older sister call me in the middle of the night?

Jiang Ye took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.

"Hey, big sister." Jiang Ye's voice was a little hoarse.

The call was just connected.

Han Qingru's voice, tinged with a mixture of anxiety and gentleness, came through clearly.

"Ono, are you in a bad mood again?"

Han Qingru's voice was filled with deep worry.

"I was sleeping soundly here, but suddenly I felt a tightness in my chest, and I couldn't fall asleep no matter how much I tossed and turned."

"I had a feeling that something had happened to you, and I was really worried about you, so I called to ask."

Upon hearing this...

Jiang Ye's hand gripping the phone tightened suddenly.

His eyes instantly stung slightly.

This ultimate telepathic connection transcends time, space, and distance!

This kind of unreserved concern and care!

In this world, who else but Han Qingru could do that?

Jiang Ye suddenly missed his eldest sister terribly.

He misses the woman who always unconditionally loved him and protected him.

Images of his hometown, Wangqiao Town, involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

That warm afternoon.

Sunlight streamed into the courtyard through the gaps in the old locust tree.

He lay on the worn-out bamboo chair, his head resting on Han Qingru's soft legs.

Han Qingru gently stroked his hair, and that feeling of peace that went straight to his bones was the most beautiful time he had ever experienced in his life.

At that moment, he truly believed that he had found his own "Cloud Wilderness Realm".

but.

Just thinking about Han Qingru's resolute figure after the typhoon night...

Just thinking about her cold words, "We can only be siblings," makes me feel...

A deep sense of depression and bitterness welled up in Jiang Ye's heart again.

What stood between them wasn't just the five-year age gap. It was also societal norms and Han Qingru's deep-seated inferiority complex and tendency to withdraw. Han Qingru's withdrawal was like an invisible red line, preventing Jiang Ye from easily crossing it.

He was afraid that if he crossed the line, and they couldn't even remain siblings in the end, he would completely lose the only person in the world who was good to him.

Jiang Ye took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the stinging in his eyes.

He tried to make his voice sound more relaxed.

"Big sister, what are you thinking?"

Jiang Ye smiled, feigning nonchalance.

"What could be wrong with me? I'm perfectly fine."

"I just finished dealing with some things at work recently, and I was feeling a bit bored, so I took my motorcycle out for a ride to clear my head and enjoy the fresh air."

"Your neurasthenia has flared up again, hasn't it? Instead of sleeping properly in the middle of the night, you're just worrying about nothing."

Han Qingru was silent for two seconds on the other end of the phone.

She knew Jiang Ye too well; she knew he was putting on a brave face.

But she didn't expose him.

"It's good that you're alright."

Han Qingru sighed softly, her voice becoming even gentler.

"Ono, be careful while riding your bike outside. If you get tired, go home and rest early."

"Remember, no matter what happens, your big sister will always be there for you."

"Okay, I understand, big sister. You should go to sleep now, goodnight."

"Good night."

After hanging up the phone.

Jiang Ye gripped his phone tightly in his hand.

He looked up at the deep and vast night sky above him.

The stars twinkled, yet they could not illuminate the confusion in his heart.

He fell into deeper thought.

What should he do?

Should I continue wandering in this endless loneliness?

Or should he bravely take that step and grasp that one and only light that can warm him?

Jiang Ye didn't know the answer.

. . .

Jiang Ye wandered aimlessly along the national highway for two days.

There was no navigation, no plan.

I ride wherever I go.

When they were hungry, they would grab a bite at a roadside eatery; when they were tired, they would find a cheap motel and fall asleep immediately.

He even went on a detour to an unknown, wild mountain scenic area.

The scenery there is quite nice, with clear waters and lush mountains, but there are too many tourists, and the noise is enough to give you a headache.

Jiang Ye strolled around the scenic area, watching the couples taking selfies and posing for photos, and felt utterly bored.

He hopped on his motorcycle, twisted the throttle, and fled from that noisy, worldly place as if escaping.

but.

Jiang Ye's days of wandering did not bring him any real peace.

On the contrary, the restlessness in my heart seemed to be fermenting, growing stronger and stronger.

Whenever I stop, Xia Yu's stubborn face and the tear that slipped from the corner of Han Qingru's eye flash uncontrollably through my mind.

bother!

This is so annoying!

That noon.

Jiang Ye parked his car in front of a Shaxian snack shop on the side of the national highway.

He ordered a bowl of beef noodles, sat down at the greasy plastic table, and idly scrolled through his phone while eating.

Sudden.

A news notification caught his attention.

Registration for the 45th Dakar Rally individual motorcycle category is now officially open!

Jiang Ye's hand, which was holding the noodles, suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Dakar Rally!

This is the world's toughest, most dangerous, and most will-testing top-level off-road race!

It's known as the "Jumanji" or even the terrifying "Death Rally"!

Participants must traverse thousands of kilometers of vast deserts, Gobi, and uninhabited areas over a period of two weeks.

Not only must they face extremely harsh natural environments, but they must also be constantly vigilant against potential mechanical failures and fatal rollovers.

Every year, drivers suffer serious injuries in this race, or even perish under the yellow sand.

Watching those off-road motorcycles speeding through the swirling yellow sand on the screen, and seeing the riders' faces covered in mud yet their eyes still filled with determination.

Jiang Ye's breathing suddenly became rapid.

An unprecedentedly fervent light burst forth in his eyes!

Correct!

This is it!

In search of an even more extreme way to release his pent-up emotions, Jiang Ye made a shockingly crazy decision at this moment.

He wants to sign up for the Dakar Desert Rally in the motorcycle category!

Only in those extreme challenges where one walks on the edge of life and death.

Only amidst the swirling yellow sand and the roar of engines could one hear the sound.

Only by pushing the body's potential to its limits and causing adrenaline to surge wildly can one achieve this.

Only then can he completely forget everything!

Forget those complicated and tangled emotions, forget the deceit and treachery in the business world!

Jiang Ye put down his chopsticks without hesitation, filled in his personal information on his phone, and submitted his application.

After finishing his noodles, he got into his BMW GS, turned the car around, and sped off towards Hanju.

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