You are sitting on a comfortable soft bench, looking at documents that are already covered in dust. On Jing Yuan's table, only chaos always reigns. But it still made him be your weakness. One warm look, a soft smile was always enough to lure you into the Abode of divine foresight.

And the general always swore and swore that only a little help was needed from you - so, look through the documents and put a couple of seals where they say, but... It was not for nothing that they said that it was almost impossible to find Jing Yuan in his own office.

And you thought that today would be no exception. Only somewhere in the depths of my soul did I hope that today the general would come to check your work or even stay alone with you a little longer than the bounds of decency allow.

You try to delve into what is written on the paper, but the soft breath that scorches your open collarbones and the palm frivolously placed behind your back prevent you from concentrating. You again try to read the report, paying even more attention to the analysis of some incomprehensible symbols, but suddenly Jing Yuan hums quietly and sighs heavily. In a dream.