He became a wall of his own flesh; she became his other half through love.
I once thought I was the only one for him.
When I was four, he handed me a strawberry candy, and from then on, he was my only god.
At eighteen, I signed the authorization he gave me, believing it was the future we would share.
Until he returned from a mission and, to force me to leave, tossed that candy into the trash in front of everyone:
“Gong Chenxi, why are you still as childish as a four-year-old?”
The whole internet laughed at my delusions, saying that after that playboy had toyed with me, he had discarded me like trash.
They didn't know that I was already carrying the life we had created together.
They knew even less that the password he left behind had already let me see through this carefully planned “betrayal.”
Shen Moyan thought that severing his ties of affection would let him face a deadly mission alone.
But I was determined to tell him that a hero's bloodline should never be kept secret.
When the wall of honor was unveiled, and the legend codenamed “Lone Goose” rang across the skies,
everyone heard that nameless elegy.
The lone goose will one day return to its nest.
But my lone goose flew south and never came home.
