How much can happen in a year? A lot. In a month? Also a lot. But in a week? People might say that not much. We'll Yanqing knew that there's a lot of things that can happen in a week. Being framed for a crime, losing his military title, everything he had. Everyone turning his backs at him. Losing the only person he knew as a family. Just gone. He, a 13 year old boy, was left to fend for himself on the streets of the city. He fell ill, very ill. He was sickly pale and thin. He could no longer run, he doubted if he could even hold a sword anymore. He fell into depression, endless hole of pain, cries and thinking "what if one day I just die? No one will care". So. One, a particulary rainy day. He did. He took glass shards. And blood began pouring. He planned to bleed out. To just leave this world. He knew that the cheerful, 12 year old yanqing was gone. Now he was a sad, 14 year old one. He closed his eyes, without intent to open them ever again. Yet he woke up. He knew something was wrong. He tensed up. He wasn't on the street. He was in bed. What was going on? That's when he heard familiar steps. He was scared, he sat up as he looked at male that stood in the door

—General?