Ye Er first saw that female zerg in an advertis**ent. He was cheap, and significantly damaged, with only a pair of golden eyes that remained beautiful.
Later, when he saw him again, it was in the female s*ave exchange live broadcast, where he was trampled, his spine crushed, shamelessly humiliated, his eyes silently enduring the pain and embarrassment. Yet, he shed not even a single teardrop.
Later on, Ye Er picked up that dying female zerg back home.
Nursing the female zerg back to health was like repairing an old, rusty machine. He was severely mutilated, had lost his bone wings, was blinded in one eye, and had his legs broken, unable to walk.
Broken and tattered, completely lacking in value, silent yet sharp.
Ye Er cared for him like a stray dog he had picked up, changing bandages, feeding, caressing his head to appease, turning on the lights at night to drive away spasms and nightmares… striving to be a qualified keeper.
However, after continuous nursing, the female zerg who unknowingly grew powerful and returned to the peak of power, surrounded him with his newly grown bone wings, gently and cautiously with matchless devotion.
Five years after the war ended, the empire and the military welcomed back their “sacrificed” general, leading to a strong reshuffle, resulting in the dismissal of numerous noble military officers.
On the surface, the scene was of foul wind and blood rain, with fear and trepidation.
While the media was subtly pointing fingers at the arrogant and cold-blooded tyrant, the tyrant was wearing a soft pink warm apron, skillfully baking matcha cookies with a gentle expression as he called Ye Er to wash his hands before eating.
No one could have imagined that during the day, the general, who was violent and unparalleled, skillfully tearing mechas apart on the military training ground—
Would obediently open up his heart completely with his own hands, trembling all over, his eyes red and moist from being bullied, hoarsely voicing his forbearing affection.
“Only you can do anything to me.”
