The Moon in My Arms

After retiring from the national team, Qi Yue devoted herself to the agricultural sciences major.

At one gathering, people were egging each other on: whoever lost the shooting game would have to receive a kiss from Qi Yue.

Looking at Qi Yue in the experimental field, carrying a hoe, unkempt and covered in mud while planting potatoes, everyone’s faces turned green.

Everyone rushed to aim at the bullseye, terrified of being punished.

In the end, A University heartthrob Gu Huai raised his hand and fired a zero-ring shot.

At their second meeting, Gu Huai was being maliciously provoked at the fencing hall and was crushed step by step.

Qi Yue could not stand it and was forced to step in.

At their third meeting, Gu Huai was homeless by the roadside.

Qi Yue used up three months of living expenses to help him.

Many years later.

Qi Yue looked at the world shooting record certificate, fencing championship trophy, and more than a dozen property deeds she had dug out from home bearing Gu Huai’s name, and fell into deep thought: "..."