Qin Guan smiled at the lens, looking free and splendid. Amid the sound of the Fate Symphony, he turned the steering wheel in a restrained way.
It was just the first turn, but the people in the car seemed to be flying up in the sky. Qin Guan moved his shoulders slightly, his arms stretching and relaxing.
The cameraman dared not cry out, but he was weeping silently. Qin Guan opened his mouth wider and wider, until he was laughing happily.
He sped up on the rugged road. Not long afterwards, the road started gradually becoming even. Qin Guan’s view was broader now, indicating that they had left behind the most dangerous part of the road.
The beach was flat, the setting sun drooping over it. Its orange light brought the sea and the sky together as the waves sparkled.