Social Issues
The Painted Celestial
In my second year at the army brothel, I became pregnant.
Every soldier who had ever entered my tent fought to claim the child as his own.
Chen Shitou had come to me only once, yet he dropped to his knees and begged, “Miss Yang, I’m about to go into battle with the vanguard. My parents have no child but me. I need to leave them something to remember me by.”
Later, I went to his hometown and met two of the kindest parents in the world.
