Delta: Taming wheat in a dream, I, Said

(First-person perspective. Two chapters in total, introducing the real-life background of the characters. I will read the feedback, and if you don't like it, I won't write it. If you really don't like it, just skip it, but please, please don't abandon the book!! (⋟﹏⋞), I can sell my butt!)

Well, some people say they don't like it, or that it's really not well written, and they won't write it next time 555.

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My name is Zoya Ponchenkova.

Many people call me Gu, some call me Miss, or female doctor, but I prefer the name Zoya.

Everyone thinks I'm a rich heiress, and they only know that I'm incredibly wealthy.

But they don't know that I was once a poor and destitute person, and I once fought with a beggar for a single steamed bun.

People envy my bright and cheerful personality, but they don't see the pain beneath that brightness.

My eldest, second, and third brothers died in the war, and my parents died in an accident. From then on, I only had one sworn brother, Rometheus.

I... hate him.

……

Fire, crimson flames drifted across the sky, and pungent soot formed a visible "barrier" in the air.

Not far away, towering flames raged on an abandoned vehicle, with two silhouettes faintly visible inside.

"Waaaaah~ Waaaaah~ Waaaah~ Waaaah~" The wailing of the fire truck was so abrupt in the night.

I knelt on the grass, staring blankly at the scene before me, my mind completely blank.

"Speed! Speed! Speed!"

"Damn it, the initial assessment is that this tragedy was caused by a collision that led to the subsequent explosion of the fuel tank."

"Captain! There are still two people in the car!"

The firefighters' voices rang in my ears, and I looked up blankly, like a drowning person grasping at the last straw.

"Uncle! Uncle! Those are my parents! Please save them! Save them!"

I grabbed the fire chief's arm like a madman, my eyes bloodshot, my frantic pleading almost desperate.

The man looked down at me, then shifted his gaze to the person next to him, who immediately explained:

"Captain, this is the daughter of the couple in the vehicle, Zoya Ponchenkova."

Upon hearing this, the captain nodded, his gaze softening instantly. He helped me up and said softly, "Zoya, I will do everything I can to save your parents."

What he didn't say was that, given the current situation, my parents had virtually no chance of surviving.

"Thank you, Uncle! Thank you, Uncle!"

As the captain had predicted, my parents had no chance of surviving.

The father, who was in the driver's seat, suffered the most damage. He lost consciousness the moment the car hit the tree and died unconscious.

The mother was sitting in the passenger seat. At the moment of the collision, she was trapped by the malfunctioning seatbelt and could not break free no matter what she did.

I was the only one sitting in the back seat, who escaped alone at my mother's urging and witnessed the explosion that followed.

In an unprecedented turn of events, when the mother was carried out on a medical stretcher by her firefighters, she was still breathing.

I rushed over, and I could hardly believe that the ugly woman in front of me, whose face was completely disfigured, was the most beautiful mother in my heart.

"Mom!" I broke down instantly, kneeling in front of the medical stand, wanting to grab my mother's hand, but afraid that my actions would hurt her.

As if hearing my call, my mother's little finger twitched. I noticed this and scrambled over to her side.

Under my expectant gaze, my mother finally opened her beautiful, deep blue eyes, which were enough to make anyone feel ashamed of themselves.

This is the color of the sea, symbolizing freedom, yet the mother who possesses these eyes is confined to a small medical shelf.

"Zo...ya," the mother seemed to know that she had reached the end of her life, and she felt that waking up this time was a gift from God.

"Be happy... no matter what... you must be happy."

"sorry……"

After saying those two sentences, the mother closed her eyes forever.

After temporarily arranging my parents' bodies, my brother Rometheus took me back home.

"Zoya, from now on it's just the two of us, relying on each other." Rometheus, his eyes red, gently hugged me.

I was heartbroken. My once bustling home was now deserted, so I gently leaned on Rometheus's shoulder.

Grief always has a delayed effect.

It wasn't until I got home that the excruciating pain erupted. I trembled slightly.

Rometheus gently patted my shoulder and whispered two words, "Cry."

Finally, I started crying, crying really loudly, crying my heart out.

"Aaaaaah!! Aaaaaah!!!"

……

I began to fear Russia; whenever I stayed on this land, my thoughts would drift back to that night of raging fire.

Gradually, I developed psychological problems.

Rometheus noticed my unusual behavior and promptly took me to the most peaceful dragon kingdom in the world.

We depended on each other for survival and settled down here.

"Be happy, always be happy." My mother's last words are almost etched into my bones. Every night I carve these words on the table with a knife.

I heeded my mother's last words and kept a smile on my face the whole time.

After living in the Dragon Kingdom for a while, we used up all the savings left by our parents. Rometheus was just an ordinary person and had not awakened any skills.

But I haven't reached the age of awakening yet.

Yes... we're out of money.

So Rometheus and I lived a frugal life. Although life was tough, it was the happiest time I had since my parents passed away.

I'm so happy that I'm almost forgetting the pain of the past.

I thought I would live with Rometheus forever.

……

until a certain day.

"Who are you!"

When I got home, I saw a man kneeling on the ground in front of me, clutching his head and screaming in despair.

He is Rometheus, but I'm sure he's not Rometheus! Even if they look exactly alike!

Rometheus looked up, his pained gaze freezing the moment he saw me, before giving me a look of incomprehension.

Shock, disbelief, excitement...

He suddenly pounced on me, holding me tightly in his arms, murmuring repeatedly, "Zoya, my Zoya, I was wrong, please forgive me."

"Ah!" I screamed as a leg sweep hit a vital spot. He screamed in agony, and taking advantage of the opportunity, I broke free from this familiar yet strange madman.

He then ran into the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, glared at the man, and roared, "Who are you! Where is Rometheus?"

That devastating kick seemed to bring him back to his senses.

He stared at me blankly, the ecstasy in his eyes quickly fading, replaced by a bewilderment that I still don't understand.

Rometheus said something I couldn't understand.

"Zoya...how did you shrink?"

Then, as if realizing something, he rushed into the room, found his phone, and with trembling hands, tried several times before finally unlocking it.

"What... what's wrong with him?" I gripped the kitchen knife tightly, my mind already racing, trying to figure out how to contact the mental hospital.

A complex mix of emotions flashed in Rometheus's eyes.

Doubt, shock, confusion... eventually turned into sudden realization.

He said something that made me think he really had a mental illness.

"Zoya, believe it or not, in another world, you are my lover."