A question: Had you ever considered whether your actions might cause trouble for those around you?
Fang Ran had.
Willful, self-centered, utterly irresponsible, making others bear the consequences of one's recklessness—
He had seen plenty of people like that on television when he was young, and had sincerely found them unreasonable and disgusting.
Fang Ran had always taken that as a warning. For that reason, he had given up his heart and borne the Magic Energy Load, all because he did not want anyone else to pay a price because of him.
No matter how terrible the consequences, one should take responsibility for one's own affairs and not affect others.
That had always been Fang Ran's principle.
After what had happened in the Arctic, he had also learned that protecting himself and not making others worry was one of the prerequisites as well.
But he had truly never expected it.
That night in Houston, he had raced that pitch-black Bugatti through the streets with an exhilarated smile burning on his face.
And driven someone to jump from a rooftop.
He had clearly been careful not to cause damage in reality.
He had clearly been careful not to stir up a commotion, clearly been careful not to cause accidents or anything else that might hurt others.
So why had this still happened?
The night stretched vast and distant, the night wind racing through the endless darkness overhead.
Fang Ran sat on the edge of the rooftop, gazing at the city lights in the distance. His originally buoyant, happy mood had cooled, and the crisp night wind tousled his black hair as it passed over his empty, unfocused eyes.
George was already fine.
After putting him back in the car he had parked downstairs, Fang Ran had taken six hundred dollars from