My Gay Girlfriend

Winter 2018, Munich, Germany. On a rainy night, Li Huaiyuan, a retired mercenary who relied on drugs to survive, accidentally rescued an Oriental girl covered in blood. Her name is Zero, an experimental subject of unknown origin. She would stare at the Christmas window in a daze and eat the compressed biscuits as if she were delicacies. He would point to the engine compartment and ask seriously: "Is that breathing iron box your friend?" She would also secretly use her bright blue tentacles to drag the sleeping bag to him inch by inch while he was keeping vigil. From then on, hounds all over Europe searched for their traces. From snowstorms in the Alps to the back alleys of Innsbruck, They drive old used cars and stay in cheap motels. Wake up in every strange morning and rush to the next unknown dusk. Living on the run has become a tacit and daily routine between them. Crossing the snowfields, across the scorched earth, from the cold winter in Germany to the smoke of gunfire in Ukraine. Until that day, among the ruins, Li Huaiyuan gently placed a rough ring made of bullet casings in her palm. "To our love amid gunfire."