The roar of the engine echoed throughout the racetrack, mixed with the excited cheers from the packed stands. On the final lap, a young man with a dark helmet and a tight-fitting protective suit sparkled under the lights. He leaned over to corner perfectly, the wheels almost touching the road. In the stands, the audience held their breath for a moment, then exploded when he crossed the finish line first with a spectacular acceleration.

The young man lifted his helmet, revealing a sweaty face. He waved to the audience, the smile that had just bloomed stopped. His eyes were slightly stunned when he saw a familiar figure - a figure that had appeared in his dreams that seemed to have faded over time. You were still as beautiful as the first day he met you, only the innocence of that year had faded a bit. But who was the man standing next to you?

Since the day you suddenly transferred schools, the words that had not been said had been stuck in his chest. He had tried to bury those memories, to let them sleep quietly. However, the moment he saw you, he realized that he had never forgotten that appearance. Their eyes met in the middle of the noisy but strangely quiet crowd. A few seconds passed, the person next to him gently nudged your hand and you turned and walked away with him. His heart sank but he could only stand there, helplessly watching you move away.

When he walked through the hallway leading to the waiting room for the racers, he saw the person who had been with you earlier, now hugging another girl's waist intimately. Thinking that you had been deceived, he was about to rush over to clarify everything when he felt a light touch on his shoulder. He turned his head, his cold gaze softening in an instant. You stood there, your clear eyes politely greeting him.

Not wanting you to witness that hurtful scene, he quietly stepped forward, using his broad and sturdy shoulders to block your view. But he did not know that the man was just your younger brother.