One of the reporters stood up and asked, "Kane, I heard that during your eye injury, Ruby here was constantly by your side caring for you. May I ask if you two are already preparing to get married?"
The room suddenly fell silent. I caught myself holding my breath, looking nervously at Kane on the stage.
He chuckled softly and raised his hand, revealing the ring on his left ring finger.
Seeing the cheap ring on his hand, my heart gave a painful lurch.
That was the one I had bought back then to cheer him up.
The champion rider, the center of attention, wore a cheap ring that looked completely out of place.
Yet he seemed completely unaware, gently touching it.
He said, "Yes, we are getting engaged very soon."
As he spoke, his gaze drifted toward me.
The room instantly came alive, with everyone offering congratulations.
Then the reporter asked again, "Ruby, I heard that you took the lead in promoting the Youth Safe Riding Fund. Is the launch of this project closely related to Kane's experience of being injured in the Isle of Torran crash?"
She nodded with a smile and said, "Of course. Kane's accident back then really hit home for me. Whether professional riders or young amateur riders, safety always comes first. I am very proud to be able to promote this fund."
When she finished, the room erupted in warm applause.
The reporter followed up, "Can you tell us how you helped Kane pull himself together back then?"
The smile on Ruby's face suddenly froze.
The room fell into an eerie silence.
After a moment, Kane took the microphone and said, "Sorry, this memory belongs to just the two of us. It's enough that only the two of us know."
Hearing him say this, my eyes stung a bit, and I lowered my head in a panic.
Back then, after his crash and being dropped by his team, people would often come to mock him or even pick fights with him.
To protect him, I was pushed to the ground, my forehead cut and bleeding.
They ran off.
I gritted my teeth and stood up, pretending nothing had happened, and walked back to his side. "Let's go home," I said.
Kane suddenly gripped my hand and asked, "You're injured?"
"I'm not..." I replied.
"Go to the hospital!" he shouted.
His voice suddenly rose, and tears rolled from those misty eyes.
The young man's arms, not yet broad, held me close.
Yet the name he called out was my sister's—"Ruby."
He continued, "I'll get proper treatment and return to racing. I'll make it back to the top, and then I'll announce to the world that I love you."
The interview ended, and the audience and media backstage filed out.
Our reporting team needed to stay behind to sort through the interview materials and verify the audio recordings.
When the venue had pretty much emptied out, leaving just us staffers, Kane came back.
A staffer asked upon seeing him, "Did you need something else, Kane?"
Kane glanced over at me in the corner and said, "I left something here."
The staffer immediately went to look for it.
While waiting, he walked toward me. "Not leaving yet?" he asked.
I looked up at him, notebook still clutched in my hand, and replied softly, "Yeah. We still have interview materials to sort out and recordings to verify, so I have to stay behind to wrap things up."
The moment I finished speaking, Ruby suddenly appeared.
"Kane, did you find the wrist guards?" she asked.
Seeing me, Ruby's expression soured.
She shot me a fierce look, then turned to Kane and said softly, "How much longer is this going to take?"
Kane didn't answer, and silence fell.
Kane only nodded slightly and thanked the staffer once the wrist guards were handed to him.
Ruby quickly spoke up, "Then let's get going. We have dinner with the Youth Safe Riding Fund partners, and we can't be late."
Kane glanced at me coolly and said, "Let's go."