I spent three years in prison for her. On the day I was released, she stepped on my release papers. “A convict like you thinks you’re worthy of loving me?” I lowered my head and said nothing. She didn’t know I had gone to prison only because the mission required it. She didn’t know I had protected her for three years while she hated me for those same three years. Now the resignation letter in my hands is actually a top-secret transfer order bearing the national emblem. When a formation of armed helicopters tore through the night sky and the loudspeaker announced, “All members of the Lone Wolf Assault Team assembled,” only then did she finally understand who the man she had trampled into the mud really was.
