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Where can I miss my lovesickness and grow old with my idle talk?
The young man with a gentle face held the hand of the man next to him who was clearly at a loss but still serious, and said, "Look, I'm not dead yet. Why don't you smile?" The man gave him a roll of his eyes, but his men continued to apply ointment on him. I'm afraid of you. As the man said this, he looked helpless.
This is a story about a mediocre general and a prime minister who is famous throughout the ages. It is warm, slow, and refreshing.