"General, how much have you paid for me?"
Shang Yougong had a few pieces of broken plain clothes hanging all over his body. He stood up from the mud with a disgraceful look and patted the torn cloth on his body seriously. He smiled a little. Who could have imagined how the peonies grew into the cold plum blossoms they are now? Only he knew that it was all forced by him. He knew from the beginning that he might be one step away from reaching an outcome beyond his expectations.
Bai Shangchao was silent for a long time and finally spoke: "Teacher, come with me, I will make it up to you."
Shang Yougong said: "It's not necessary. If you feel guilty, why don't you just say goodbye? How about you, young general."
When the last three words were recited sonorously and forcefully, Bai Shangchao tightened his grip on the riding crop and then suddenly released it, "My family owes you a lot, but I don't owe you, never."
Shang Yougong shook his hand. Bai Shang faces dismounting. Shang Yougong looked at the timid person and said with a smile: "What are you doing standing still? Come and help me! Brat, don't you see that I can't walk?"
In Shang Yougong's dream, he was dressed in wedding clothes, wearing white armor, covered in blood, and appeared in a room covered with happy words. His eyes were bloodshot and unwilling, and his whole body was filled with fear. He was walking towards him step by step. The moment he raised his sword, he woke up. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Bai Shangchao sitting by the bed wearing only a thin lining and a fox fur. One hand was resting on the sword at his waist, and the other hand was still holding a wet handkerchief.
Shang Yougong looked at such a person, his heart trembled, and he murmured: "Can't you escape if you are destined to die?"
Purpose: Loving someone requires perseverance and strategy. There is no successful love that is not due to people's deliberate efforts.