They said I was just a defective weapon, code-named 8971, with a self-destruct date engraved at the factory.
Dragging the damaged mecha, I wandered through the gaps in time and space, watching everything like a delayed silent movie. Until, I met him and the girl named "Liu Ying" in his memory.
How ridiculous that a killing machine was "infected" by a warm memory that did not belong to him.
I stole the name, clumsily playing the role of the light in his memory. The hope in his eyes was so hot that it made me want to burn a pile of scrap metal.
Aha laughed wildly and Fuli whispered. It turns out that even this "love" of mine was a script calculated by God.
But when the beautiful home in his memory turns to despair, when the lights in his eyes are about to go out——
I, this defective product, this substitute, must use the last reverse incineration to rekindle the sea of stars for him.
"If I were Liu Ying——"
Before the mecha turned into ashes, I finally kissed my light.
