I fell in love with a bandit leader in the 1980s.
Using the System, I shamelessly stayed by his side for five years.
At last, he agreed to dismiss everyone, leave his life of banditry behind, and spend the rest of his life with me.
On the eve of the official disbandment, a government bandit-suppression unit arrived in town and opened fire indiscriminately on everyone.
In the chaos, he raised his knife and shielded the landlord's daughter.
A bullet pierced his chest.
His clothes were drenched in blood, but the young woman behind him was completely unharmed.
I dragged my injured leg into a corner, covered my face, and wept.
At last, I understood that I had always been an outsider.
I called out to the System.
"I want to go back."
"I don't want to change his fate: being schemed against by the young woman and left without even a corpse."
