The Savage General and His Charioteer Are Busy

The night is as cold as water, and the moonlight shines through the thick fog, illuminating the remaining snow on the ground. Looking from afar, it looks as desolate and solemn as the distant Milky Way. In the quiet room, the melting candlelight exuded a soft orange luster. Although it was weak, it added a little warmth to the cold night. A man in blue clothes stood quietly in front of the half-open window, looking at the flying snowflakes outside the window with empty and dull eyes, as if there was something in it that fascinated him. After staring like this for a long time, he suddenly turned around, and a strong hatred suddenly burst out from his empty eyes, like a fire burning in winter...