"Clap! Felix!"
High-fives, shouts, alternating and repeating constantly; even jumping, those sounds gathered from all directions, twisted into a rope, shaking Arrowhead Stadium with firmness and persistence, summoning dawn in the loneliness and darkness of midnight, breaking through the curtain of endless sorrow and despair, chasing hope.
Again, and again.
Indeed, competitive sports are about victory, without victory, there's nothing.
But never forget, victory is not the only thing.
Henry stood dumbfounded, after the match ended, he remained on the scene, surrounded by tumultuous heat waves, yet he never realized——
Until now.
Those shocks and surges penetrated into the ground beneath his feet, creeping up along his legs to his heart, where blood that had long since turned cold began to boil again.
The answer was there all along; they just blinded themselves to it.
He lifted his head and looked at Li Wei.
Li Wei said again, "We always believe. We."
