"Qingguang has actually admired the general for a long time, but he knows that there is a difference between clouds and mud. Qingguang's posture is like a cattail leaf, and he can't bear to blaspheme the general's heroic appearance..."
"It's not blasphemy if I try hard." Han Ziyan interrupted her slowly.
"That's very good, but..."
"Just?"
"It's just that Qingguang has never been a woman. She has suffered from the disease of flowers and willows for a long time." Qingguang felt like he was in pain.
The veins on Han Ziyan's forehead twitched, and he said: "Han actually thinks that dying under peonies can be a romantic life as a ghost."
I was reading a book to prepare for the qualification exam and I felt like vomiting blood. I wrote a relaxing ancient article about selling meat to amuse myself. However, with my usual style, it probably turned into a conspiracy article after writing it.