The General with Many Waistcoats × The Dark-Hearted Poppy
Two reincarnations, but a thousand years of entanglement. When we first met, you were the general and I was the flower demon; when we met again, you were the expedition doctor and I was still the flower demon. I've been waiting for you for thousands of years, but in the end we reached the same destination by different paths... It doesn't matter, I'll be with you
I love you, nothing else, just seize the day
I wish you a safe life and long happy life
But we may... Clear the frequency shift and disappear from life.
That day was the time of the Waking of Insects. The dimly glowing morning light in the distance wakes up the dust in one place, and brings health to all directions. The bright clouds in the four corners are like bright horses, galloping enthusiastically outside the mountains. The nearby city wall is full of people, all of them standing majestically. The air is still vaguely mixed with white snow, which adds to the mundane world.
The girl under the city wall completed her mission and died together with the enemy. On the city wall, another girl who was looking at her condescendingly looked at the facts in front of her with a look of horror, showing no signs of excitement.
The people in the city fled in all directions, and the poppies in the palace were showing off wantonly.
When the white snow falls, she folds a frost flower for her; when the morning glow rises, she performs a gentleman's ceremony for her.
The sword placed on the chest will be forever hidden by love, and the armor worn on the body will be removed by love.
What is stamped by the rising sun is a pair of peerless prides, born in spring and killed in autumn. Every inch of the ground beneath your feet is covered in wind and frost and is in a mess. But how can the sea of clouds and waves keep the water flowing and always hidden?
The poppy nourished by love grows beside the girl who is bowing. She has a sword in her hand and holds it down halfway.
The hand that cannot be held in troubled times, only one chapter, is a suicide note after the war. The painful separation of love and hate is in vain, and the helpless retention in the air.
"I was wrong, I have always been wrong, Ah Zui! Don't leave me again."
"To die for you is worth every penny in the world! Yu Wang... Let go! This is the last lesson I will teach you. I love you!"
"What... Is love?"
"Cough cough... Cough! Humph - meeting you means signing up, loving you means my heart's desire."
"Yeah~! I... Love you too."
The winter that year was extremely cold, but the poppies that filled the palace were especially alive.
I said you are a young man, but you said a girl's smile is very beautiful.
I said that mountains are high and rivers are long, so be careful of candles; you replied it's harmless and wait for me to return home.
I think you are unstoppable when the mountains stop and the rivers flow; you hope that I will be safe and happy and have a worry-free life.
Millennium sadomasochism
The deputy cp is very sweet
Concept: I think spring in dreams should be about a hundred flowers blooming