The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

As night fell, the Tamsui Wharf was shrouded in a thick, damp fog, and the river breeze, carrying a salty, fishy mist, swept over the mottled bluestone embankment.

The old wooden plank dock was dilapidated and trembled slightly when stepped on. On both sides were piles of abandoned fish baskets, rusted anchors and stacks of empty wooden boxes. Several idle fishing boats swayed gently with the river waves, and the ropes made a soft creaking sound as they rubbed against the hull.

The dim streetlights were blurred by the mist on the river, casting dappled shadows, and the alleyway entrance and piles of goods were heavily shadowed.

Huang Zhiyu stood alone at the end of the dock, wearing a neatly tailored black belted trench coat, the hem of which was being lifted by the river wind. His long hair was tied up high, revealing his smooth and cold jawline.

She casually toyed with a matte black pistol between her fingers, her knuckles white and bony, showing no sign of panic.

The surroundings were eerily quiet; there were no insect chirps, no lingering sounds of wind.

Dozens of dark figures had already surrounded the dock from both sides.

The footsteps were slow but carried a deadly pressure, blocking all escape routes.

More than twenty assassins, all armed, were scattered and hiding behind cargo containers, fishing boats, and stone pillars.

The dark muzzles of guns were all pointed at the woman in the center of the dock.

No one spoke first; only the faint, crisp sound of guns being cocked was particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the night. A deadly encirclement was already in place.

The first burst of gunfire shattered the tranquility of the riverbank. A dense hail of bullets whistled through the air, striking the cobblestones and sending shards of stone flying, while others pierced the wooden crates, riddling them with bullet holes and scattering wood chips everywhere.

The assassins worked in perfect coordination, flanking from both sides and suppressing the enemy from both near and far.

But Huang Zhiyi's body remained intact.

Lu Yuan sat on the back of her motorcycle, looking up at the moon.

He asked Huang Zhiyi, "In your field of astronomy, what is the concept of the moon?"

"Popular science about the moon is the most common type of astronomy popular science, and there's nothing particularly special about it."

"Then could you publish a paper discussing 'Why the Moon is Earth's Lackey'?"

"ill."

Huang Zhiyu, wearing a helmet, muttered a complaint.

But Lu Yuan said very seriously:

"I'm not kidding. Look at the moon, it keeps orbiting the Earth, right? And yet, Earthlings can never see the other side of the Earth?"

"That's because the moon is tidally locked, its revolution and rotation times are balanced."

"Goddesses will never see the back of a simp, because once a simp doesn't show his best self and reveals his flaws and dark side, the goddess will block him and ignore him completely."

What about me?

"If I had to say something, it should be about me."

What's on your back?

Huang Zhiyu asked curiously.

In her eyes, Lu Yuan has always been this image.

But Lu Yuan stopped talking.

Huang Zhiyu suddenly wanted to learn about Lu Yuan's past.

Is the reason you don't want to talk about it related to your hometown and past?

She wanted to know what kind of life Lu Yuan was living on the mainland.

What made Lu Yuan so determined to return to the mainland?

The journey that day was long, and I was probably tired.

She saw Lu Yuan spacing out in the rearview mirror.

The man, even younger than her, murmured after a long pause, "Every family has its own problems."

"Is it harder to resolve than the scriptures in my own family?"

I'm sleepy.

Lu Yuan clearly didn't want to answer anymore, and leaned on her shoulder as if he had fallen asleep.

Huang Zhiyi pursued relentlessly.

She said, "You don't need to be embarrassed to say it. I was like that when you first came, but you didn't look down on me. I didn't try much harder afterward..."

"It's okay. In this world, you don't need to work hard to get anyone to care about you."

"I..." Huang Zhiyu didn't know how to answer, and subconsciously said, "Then tell me, what kind of life do you live?"

"It's a good life."

"Fine, don't tell me then, I don't want to hear it anyway."

"You're wrong to listen to that. I didn't intend to say it anyway."

It was just an ordinary conversation.

It happened on a busy evening in the adult world.

It feels like living in an adult world full of serious matters.

The only purpose of these hazy nights is to be forgotten as time goes by.

But some things will never be forgotten.

The moon hangs high in the sky.

She rode her bike while he slept soundly behind her.

Two young faces.

She thought she should inherit the Five Lakes Gang well and become a very powerful person.

Then go to Lu Yuan's hometown to see what kind of troubles he has.

If it's really hard to pronounce, that's okay.

She's amazing.

No matter how difficult it is to pronounce, or what the problem may be.

She could appear out of nowhere, just like Lu Yuan at his funeral.

He patted his chest and said, "It's okay. In this world, you don't need to work desperately hard to get anyone to care about you."

Let this young little man have a good sleep under the moon, just like now.

Then, through the stuffy, carbon-coated helmet, I said something.

"Good night."