Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 435

The little robot had no idea what to do.

This time, there was no villain to defeat, no damsel in distress to rescue. Feeling helpless, the little robot shaped the man's heart into a model identical to its own and told him, "If you can't say what's on your mind, then at least give your true heart to her."

And with that, the little robot left.

It wasn't until many years later that it met the handsome man again. The man was dying. The heart-shaped model he held shattered to pieces on the ground. Only then did the little robot realize: the man's intense hatred and selfishness had wrapped his heart in a shell of lies.

He lost everything.

At the end, the man turned to the little robot and said, "I failed. Promise me, you'll reach the moon."

The little robot buried the man and sat by his grave for a long time, gazing up at the moon, always hanging high overhead. Its iron eyes whirred softly. "Oh, moon," it wondered, "I've been chasing you for so long-will you ever stop and wait for me?"

The story stretched on and on, with the little robot chasing the moon endlessly. Then, one day, the comic just stopped.

That was when Mila realized-

The updates had stopped two years ago. She remembered that time-Lysander had left the country. Back then, she assumed he'd gone to find Giselle.

But now, it seemed that wasn't the case at all.

She kept scrolling down. The comic was almost at its final panel. Not long before, the little robot, exhausted from walking, had realized it would never reach the moon on foot. So, it went to find a mechanic, who crafted a pair of gleaming white wings for it.

What if I could fly?

Even though the wings were unstable, the little robot still beat them bravely and soared toward the moon.

Closer and closer-

But at the last moment, the wings shattered, and the little robot plummeted into the sea.

that update matched the day she'd been locked away by Lysander, forced into submission, and finally lashed out-injuring him so badly he ended up in the hospital. The comic had been published

found herself stunned,

written out in metaphor-her history with Lysander, refracted and reversed, every

was reality, and

parts that weren't real-they were the man's desperate wishes, full of longing

finished, all that remained inside her

supposed to feel. Mila exited the comic app, absently scrolled down, and froze.

few days

charity gala, Daphne

The wings shattered.

fell from the

moon's reflection across the dark waves, and was swallowed by the black

the rise and fall

that moment, the little robot suddenly understood: the moon

its scars. Even when clouds covered the sky,

the moon, desperate to reach it, the

over it from the very

realization came too

little robot sank

swallowed by darkness, the reflected moonlight above suddenly coalesced into the outline of a woman-her face blurred, her Hair adorned with lemon blossoms. With the last of its strength, the robot looked up at the moonlight and spoke the words it

meant for the

"You are my moon."

now did

how someone could be so beautiful, so luminous, like the moon itself. She'd felt as small as a speck of dust, yet couldn't stop herself from wanting

anymore, but even so, she still thought he

would always

now she finally understood: in Lysander's heart, she had

above, and