Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 908: 907 Last Farewell

In February, the sky over Kansas City was coated in soft shades of blue and gray, stretching high and far. Gazing into the expanse above, it seemed endless, extending all the way to the horizon’s edge, where the imagination of the world kept expanding, limitless and boundless.

Not a cloud in sight, a gentle sunlight spilled slowly across the land—not searing, not burning, and yet neither cold nor biting. The body involuntarily relaxed just a little.

“Weather like this, so calm and tranquil, makes it truly hard to imagine the storms of last month. The day of the American League Championship, that should be unforgettable for a lifetime.”

“Let me tell you a secret. That day, I realized for the first time how little control we actually have over the game. Even when we lost before, I never felt that sense of powerlessness.”

“Like the weather, there are indeed things we can’t control. Just like illnesses, right?”

“It was then, for the first time, that I truly understood how you and Felix felt. You were fighting with everything you had, harder than anyone could ever imagine. Even the everyday acts of breathing, walking, running—things people take for granted—you had to put every ounce of strength into fighting for them.”

“So when people praise me for how great I am, I often think to myself, I’m not that extraordinary. Truly, every ordinary person working diligently day after day, living with earnest effort, has their own greatness.”

“I’m just an ordinary guy running around with a football, that’s all.”

As he spoke, laughter gently bubbled up from his chest. Calm, lighthearted.

The cemetery was serene and peaceful. Only Li Wei lay on the grass, one leg crossed over the other, a sprig of foxtail grass between his lips as he mumbled softly to himself.