"What's there to fear about losing? My sister said that the most important thing in a competition is not winning or losing, but safety,"
Xie Chenmin twisted open the bottle and poured water into the cap.
He fed Chi Ying through the already shattered car window, little sips at a time, "If you lose, it means someone else is better. Just practice more and win it back next time. If you lose your life, then you really have nothing left."
As he spoke, Xie Chenmin said with a smile, "So don't be mad. This is just bad luck, not a lack of skill. Why not come back and try again next year?"
"You're right!"
Chi Ying nodded in agreement.
Drinking water while hanging upside down wasn't pleasant; more water spilled on her face than went into her mouth.
Watching him feed her water mouthful by mouthful, time trickling away, his own race time stretching out but not a hint of worry on his face, Chi Ying's bad mood from flipping her car was swept away.
