Chapter 902: 901 World Center

The Kansas City Chiefs are the Kansas City Chiefs not merely because they defended the Super Bowl title, but because special moments like these bring together the scarred and weathered citizens of Kansas City, helping them face the storms of life and ultimately forge legends.

It’s not just about the championship, nor simply about defending it–the city, the team, and all the ordinary people struggling in the mire of life made tonight’s battle profoundly different. Even if the Kansas City Chiefs clinched victory with an easy and decisive triumph, it still stirs boundless passion and endless fervor.

This moment. This place. This is evidence enough.

The Los Angeles Rams fans, who were gradually leaving the stadium, bore witness to this moment. Many paused, standing amidst the surging crowd, silently listening to the sounds echoing throughout the venue.

By all rights, they should hate the Kansas City Chiefs–not because of the ancient grudge between “St. Louis Rams vs. Kansas City Chiefs,” but because the Chiefs’ unparalleled performance tonight made the Rams appear as helpless as lost children.

Yet, at this moment, they couldn’t help but feel admiration and yearning.

It’s unimaginable how tightly bonded those fans are, weathering storms together, hand in hand, facing all the challenges and heartaches, waiting for the rainbow after the rain.

The song, melodious yet resilient, sorrowful but steadfast.

Jenna sang with all her heart, her soul blooming stubbornly and resolutely like a flower thriving on desert rock.

“Forward, forward, full of hope! You will never walk alone!

Forward, forward, full of hope! You will never walk alone!”

Over and over again, endlessly reverberating.

It wasn’t just the fans–even Goodell couldn’t take his eyes off Li Wei–

Mahomes, Houston, and all of them stood shoulder to shoulder, joining Li Wei. Every Kansas City Chief at the podium was no exception.

No one was left behind.

Even someone as steely as Goodell couldn’t help but be slightly moved by the scene.

In the world of sports, there are indeed gifts that transcend victory and championships.

The entire North American continent fell silent, quietly listening to Li Wei’s voice filling the Mercedes-Benz Dome, feeling the pounding of hearts and the fiery warmth of blood coursing through veins. Over 120 million live viewers bore witness, catching a rare glimpse of the hidden soul of football.

Not until the song ended.

The venue became utterly silent. Not a single sound could be heard–just breaths and heartbeats, filled with hope and anticipation, watching that tall figure with unwavering focus.

At this moment, where Li Wei stood was the center of the universe.

For a fleeting instant, Li Wei’s emotions surged, but he controlled himself, straightened his back, squared his shoulders, and gazed brightly into the distance.

He spoke again.

“Hey, Annie Galas, we won.”

As the words left his lips, his nose tingled, tears welling up in his eyes, glittering under the thousand lights.

Through the vibrant, dazzling haze of lights, Li Wei seemed to see her petite figure among the crowd–

She was wearing a red number 23 jersey, her hair in a fishtail braid, almost swallowed by the bustling throng, but the little girl didn’t care. She raised her hands high, bouncing and cheering exuberantly, overflowing with happiness, her voice ringing out in victory.

“Fly!”

She shouted.

“Rookie, fly. You will never walk alone.”

Then, she broke free from the crowd, spreading her arms like an eagle, sprinting along the edge of the field with no restraints, no suppressions, no worries–running wild and free.

Finally, she could run without the shackles of illness.

At this moment, the grief was overwhelming and heartbreakingly real, flowing uncontrollably like tides surging, drowning all reason in an instant.

Behind him, Mahomes, Kelsey, and the others were no exception. One by one, their eyes reddened, casting sidelong glances, covertly wiping away the falling tears.

Annie’s passing felt like a thing of the past century, so distant, yet it had only been half a month ago. They had immersed themselves completely in the AFC Championship and the Super Bowl, temporarily casting aside their sorrow and pain as they charged forward relentlessly.

Now, though, those memories surged back like a tidal wave.

No one was immune.

Annie should have been there at Arrowhead Stadium, witnessing their last-second triumph over the New England Patriots. She should have been at the Mercedes-Benz Dome, witnessing their successful title defense.

Annie should have stood in the stands, beaming, cheering with all her might.

This Super Bowl Championship Trophy was a twelfth birthday gift from the Kansas City Chiefs to the world’s most loyal and strongest fan, Annie Galas.

Li Wei took a deep breath, lifted his chin, and rediscovered his courage–

He would not stop running. He would not stop fighting. He would carry dreams and hope forward until the end of time.

Dreams, undying.

With a swift motion, Li Wei hoisted the Vince Lombardi Trophy high above his head.

The crowd erupted in thunderous applause.

“We are the champions!”

Felix roared with all his might.

For the first time ever, in an unparalleled moment, Felix felt truly alive–unconcerned about his illness worsening, unafraid of never waking up again after falling asleep, unbothered by the thought of being forgotten. He seized this moment and embraced life wholeheartedly.

Not just Karen–Jenna and Jeff also turned to Felix. In him, they seemed to see Annie’s brilliant spirit shining brightly.

Then, they joined in the shouting, expending all their energy, burning everything they had. Despite an exhausting day, they now gave themselves entirely, screaming, laughing, jumping, and dancing as though it were the last day of their lives.

“We are the champions!”

Provo, West, and the others roared without restraint.

Perhaps life would remain a struggle; perhaps reality would stay harsh. After tonight, nothing might change. Two Super Bowl trophies couldn’t reverse real-life challenges. But for now, they were willing to believe in dreams and dared to embrace them.

That was the motivation to keep going.

The night, long and grueling, seemed without end; but now, they could take a deep breath, hold on for a moment, and then hold on just a moment longer, awaiting the dawn.

Dreams made life bearable.

“We are the champions!”

Ariana was utterly awestruck.

She had never witnessed such a scene before. Or rather, she had occasionally glimpsed it on TV or accidentally scrolled past it on social media; but she had never felt this energy, never understood why people could act so crazily over the outcome of a game.

Now, though, she seemed to understand.

Victory was more than just winning. It was a belief, a spirit that guided people through the long night, giving them the courage and strength to keep going.

Pain would not vanish. Problems would not resolve.

But at the very least, they could confront them and turn that suffering and hardship into the strength to move forward.

“What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”

Ariana had never truly understood the meaning of that phrase, but tonight, in the Kansas City Chiefs, in Li Wei, she seemed to find the answer.