[A short story with a happy ending]
Tirga means "God's Tears" in the Odu language.
I have a plan in my heart, and I always follow it to the letter. I even make sure to schedule my own death in advance.
My birth parents used to love me very much, but later they pointed at me and called me a cold-blooded animal, their eyes full of fear.
Then one day, I made a decision. I would go to Tirga, at the edge of the world, and... die there.
But there, I met my landlord's family, my first love with bright orange hair, and a limping wolf pup.
Winter passed, and I didn't die. My first love took me home.
Self-disciplined, cautious data analyst Gong x unconventional painter Shou
Note: Told in a rambling first-person style. The Gong is a gloomy mess. This might be a bittersweet story.
Theme: My plans will always include you.
Although we don't know anything about their past yet, the little details are so touching! [Panda head emoji]
I knew Lucas knew, but what if Evan hadn't found out? 😭 QAQ I'm crying my eyes out in the middle of the night. Suddenly I understand Evan's point. When the house is a mess and children have little contact with the outside world, they grow up like robots, executing lines of code they themselves have compiled. I can even understand the excitement I feel the day before a plan; I feel that way too.