But before he could ponder any further, reality had already pulled him back in. Ever since the last black market race, after his leg surgery in America, he had been doing rehabilitation in Country G. After months of professional treatment, his leg muscles had basically recovered. Although experts suggested continuing to observe for a few more months, he couldn't wait, he really couldn't wait, he didn't even know why he felt such urgency.
This time, he returned specifically from Country G. He wanted to be by her side because the long-term longing made him feel empty-headed. He really missed her; he hadn't seen her for ages. Without notifying anyone, he just returned in such an impatient manner, stubbornly returning to this place he wasn't sure belonged to him. But he knew one thing: wherever she was, there he belonged.
Approaching the Paty Venue, the sight before him instantly petrified him.
