He always felt that a profession like racing, full of uncertainties, was not proper work.
But he couldn't understand why Ying Hengyu could dive in headfirst, even choosing to give up his senior year study time for racing, and falling out with their father over a girl; he never understood it.
Because he felt that he and Ying Hengyu were not on the same path; for eighteen years, he had never once looked his brother in the eye.
But after setting aside these prejudices, Ying Hengxiang thought seriously and realized that perhaps from the beginning he had placed himself on a much higher pedestal, being overly critical and dissatisfied with Ying Hengyu, while in fact, Ying Hengyu had never provoked him at all.
It was all his biased perception.
Ying Hengxiang talked until his mouth was dry and until he had nothing left to say, like he had finally unloaded a burden that had been pressing down in his heart for years, and only then did he feel a sense of relief.