It is April, and the fallen flowers are in full bloom. The dusty young general stood on the steps of the princess's mansion, gently dusting off the peach blossoms on his clothes. He looked at the bright and fiery woman not far away with a careless smile on his lips.
"Princess, your face has transformed into that of a general. Do you still recognize it?"
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A warm little article of less than 10,000 words, based on the inspiration of the warm little article of 1,000 words written by Wen Jiuda, dedicated to my little cuties who have been waiting hard for the update.
Intention: Machiavellian schemes are nothing more than a fleeting moment.