I’m certain I’ve lost something.
Everyone is celebrating it, but no one sees my heart bleeding. Why… are they rejoicing?
I should raise my shotgun and point it at their faces…
But no, what exactly have I lost?
“Maozi, I’ve been getting more and more headaches lately, and I keep feeling like something is missing from my heart.”
She was silent for a long while before telling me, “We went to Xinjiang once, remember? Maybe you can find the answer there.”
And so began a journey to Xinjiang.
(BE ending, BG romance, sort of a story about chasing after her husband)
