Above the Scars, There Is Still Starlight

A natural disaster years ago tore a bottomless rift through my heart.

Night after night, blood seeped from that rift. Only Wu Ba caught all my misery and vulnerability in his rough hands.

But the year heavy snow cut off the mountain, he was gone forever. After that, no one could see through the moldy fears hidden in my heart.

When I was young, waves of malice kept forcing me into the mud.

He always said I was gloomy and extreme, but only I knew how uncontrollably my heart pounded in my chest whenever his gaze fell on me.

Long-term psychological trauma had, paradoxically, given me an unusual perceptiveness.

Because of that perceptiveness, I was chosen to take part in a special anti-drug operation.

To sever the underground drug trafficking network, I was locked in a lightless cage and subjected to every kind of torment.

I lost my memory and obeyed orders. When I faced my family, I could not acknowledge them.

Every time I saw them, the ache was unbearable, but I could only swallow my tears.

Yet for all my careful planning, I still overlooked one thing. I never imagined I would end up on that road of no return too, and eventually behind bars.