"The emperor asked these generals to garrison the northern border. Each and every one of them, to put it mildly, is absent without permission! It's a pity that the white-clothed war god has retired from the world, otherwise I really want to see him!" The young master from the capital was talking about his idol while being indignant.
"Young Master, let's go for a spin with this general. Can we go?" The general sat on the horse, his peach blossom eyes flickering.
"Okay, let's go!" The young master was angry at this naughty man in his heart, and at the same time he was fascinated by the beauty, so he followed on horseback.
So fucking depraved. He thought and urged his horse to catch up with the general.
General: Tsk.
A song towards the sky, a sigh of insanity and youth.
Intention: Firstly, I wish you happiness and health; secondly, I wish you to be mine for the rest of your life.