My military general always said that he was a scholar. It didn't matter whether he was a scholar or not. I only knew that I felt at ease when I stayed by his side.
The day we first met:
"What's your name?"
"My name is Xia Mian."
"The morning dew always likes to sleep in front of the lotus, and the immortals also envy the pillow to sleep in the summer. Yes, it is a good name."
"You've told me your name, so guess what my name is?"
"Can't guess."
"My name is Yu Xian, you can call me Xianren."
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Concept: A chatterbox that cannot be driven away breaks into i's world.