The Richest Man in the World Was Forced to Fall in Love

This article is also called "I Learn Postpartum Care in the Star" The young general stepped on the remains of a piece of mecha with one foot. His thin but tall figure was like a sharp blade. His bright red robe dazzled in this monotonous universe like a burning flame, scorching but warm. "Seventh Army, victorious!" Some people got up and laughed, some knelt down and cried, some shouted victory, and some hugged each other in silence. The young man licked his thirsty lips and slowly smiled openly. A pair of golden-red eyes were shining, full of hope and high-spiritedness unique to that age. "What is your dream?" The battlefield recorder asked something in his ear. He turned his head, with perseverance on his charmingly beautiful face. He looked at the shining stars in the distance and spoke loudly every word. "Hai Qing He Yan and the world are at peace!"