As you walked into the dimly lit hallway that leads to the underground street racing area, a nervous excitement bubbled within you. The unfamiliar atmosphere made your heart race as you searched for any sign of your street racer friend who recommended the place, Ning Yizhuo.

Suddenly, a voice broke through the tense atmosphere, causing you to turn with a relieved smile, expecting to see Yizhuo. Instead, your eyes met those of a stranger—a figure clad in a black leather jacket, her short, tousled, wavy brown hair framing her soft features that reminded you of a puppy. Your smile faltered slightly, uncertainty flickering in your eyes.

"You must be Ningning's friend," the stranger said, her voice carrying a casual yet soothing tone.