Sunday Silence stared at the man before him for a moment.
"You really are a pain..."
He raked a hand through his hair, seemingly contemplating the future.
The hardships he had endured since childhood had taught him that he could only rely on himself. His family could not give him what he wanted.
He had won the American Dirt Double Crown through his own efforts, yet he was still an oddity no one believed in, a ridiculous creature neither the spectators nor his family wanted.
But the Trainer before him intended to give him a home...
"Maybe the reason I drifted here was to meet you and that child... Forget it. Thinking isn't my strong suit. But words alone won't make me feel loved. You'll have to show me you love me another way, won't you, darling?"
Sunday Silence gave a soft laugh and leaned in without hesitation.
His lips were icy cold, and he sought warmth as eagerly as he always had.
Zhou Yuang held the young man who longed for a family without a trace of hesitation.
"Trainer, are you asleep? I need to talk to you."
Just as they were enjoying their time together, an elegant, gentle voice sounded outside. Zhou Yuang and Sunday Silence both froze.
Sunday Silence had talked about doing whatever he pleased on someone else's turf, but at the sound of that voice, his ears shot straight up.
It was White McQueen.
He wanted to say he wasn't afraid of Mejiro McQueen, but his eyes still darted warily toward the door.
After all, he had tested his strength against White McQueen. It had not been a real fight; he had simply realized they were alike and wanted to play a little game.
He had suggested arm wrestling. He had not wanted to start