On the night after the All-Star Game, Link did not appear at the postgame players' party.
By usual convention, the All-Star MVP never missed such parties, but Link was an exception.
No one knew where Link had gone—not even Gasol Jr.
At that moment, on a bench somewhere in Central Park.
The hero of the entire world, Link, was sitting there.
There were no spotlights, no cheers, no praise. Even the passersby did not spare the bench a second glance.
But compared to all that, Link enjoyed the peace and quiet far more.
"Why didn't you go to the postgame party? I can't hog the whole world's attention for myself." Beside Link, Rachel, finally done with her busy work, leaned against his shoulder.
"Rather than accepting the praise of the whole world, I'd rather be with you. The next time we get to spend this much time alone will probably be summer..." Link pursed his lips.
"It's okay. We have plenty of time together. Link, over these last two months, you have to take good care of yourself. Don't get hurt."
Hearing that, Link suddenly fixed his eyes on Rachel's, making her blush a little.
"W-what is it?" Rachel lowered her head slightly.
"Nothing. It's just that every time we're together, you always remind me not to get hurt." Link smiled and leaned back against the bench again.
"Do I? How come I don't remember?"
"As long as I remember. And I'll keep it in my heart."
Link smiled. In truth, plenty of people did not want him to get hurt. After all, if he got injured, the Grizzlies' record would definitely suffer a huge blow. If he got injured, the media would have a hard time finding hot stories. The league's revenue might even decline.
But Rachel was different