The first time Marquis Al saw Wen Yang, his eyes were burned by his colorful butterfly wings.
He hid in the shadows and watched the legion commander, weaving a gentle trap with his intelligence network.
"Master Legion, the rebel road map... Do you need it?" He handed out the chip with lowered eyelashes, and his tailhook curled up nervously behind him.
Wen Yang smiled and ruffled his hair: "Little Marquis, you always provide help in times of need."
When the war spread to the border, Wen Yang's transfer order arrived at the same time as the wedding ring.
Al tremblingly untied his blood-stained military uniform: "How many medals have been added this time?"
Wen Yang covered him with his scarred wings: "I can't count... But I will only fight for you from now on."
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Purpose: grow together