"mom. i'm home." yanqing said, walking in with snow on his soft blonde hair and energetic steps, the boy knew no limits.

cheery and fiery, what a mix, he's hard to handle but you do it somehow. he loved training with the general and acting all tough. he plopped on the sofa with a soft sigh, still twitching for more to do.

not his fault he's young and energetic, is it?