Restarting Our Love: Don’t Touch the Commander’s White Moonlight

I took an exorbitantly priced commission to repair the memories of the Federation’s supreme commander’s lost love.

Halfway through the repair, I discovered that the lost love he had personally driven to desperation was me.

Everyone in the Federation knows that Supreme Commander Mo Chen is an emotionless war machine, cold-blooded, obsessive, and controlling to the core.

So when he placed an S-grade encrypted memory chip before me and commissioned me to repair the memories of his “dead” beloved, I thought it was just an ordinary job.

After all, I’m the finest memory repair specialist in the entire galaxy, and love stories are my specialty.

But the more I repaired, the more something felt wrong.

The girl in the chip had the same allergies as me, liked winding data cables around her fingers, and even had mental energy fluctuations uncannily like mine.

And the man who treated her with such tenderness and adoration in the memories was nothing like the ice-cold commander standing before me.

Until I restored the final scene

Before the starship exploded, the man, eyes bloodshot, shoved the girl into an escape pod and roared, “Forget me. Live well!”

The next moment, he activated the memory-extraction program with his own hands.