Because of a scar, my youth was divided into two halves: one half was bullying and loneliness, and the other half was a shadow called "Zhou Nian'an".
He always "coincidentally" appeared when I was most embarrassed, and his body was covered with scars. I didn't know that he was the undercover agent of the police codename "Huai Ren", and I didn't even know that the scar on my shoulder was linked to the blood feud he had been pursuing for many years and my biological father who I had never met.
He spent his entire high school years trying to isolate me from the truth.
On the day when the college entrance examination ended, he completely disappeared from my world like water droplets evaporating.
No goodbye, no reason. I could only live with a huge hole in my face, and eventually chose to pick up the scalpel and try to understand the secrets of each wound.
Many years later, when I personally uncovered the white cloth on the unnamed body numbered my birthday, the answers to all the "coincidences" and "disappearances" were suddenly revealed.
This final gift he delivered with his life allowed me to understand that grand and silent disappearance. It turned out to be his last tenderness before rushing to hell.
Now, it's my turn.
