After waking up the next day, Yang Yunzhao just lay on the rooftop, staring at the blue sky, Bai Yun, and the golden Sun, not wanting to move at all.
"General Yang, General Yang, it's time to patrol the streets..."
The soldiers came to call him twice, but just as Yang Yunzhao thought, he didn't want to move, so he didn't move.
So the soldiers had no choice but to let the Commander lie alone on the rooftop.
Yang Yunzhao lay there until noon, not wanting to move, until the sound of footsteps approached, and Chan Zi, carrying Huan Sheng, crawled along the eaves like a cat. Their heads blocked the warm sunlight.
"... Fatty told you to come."
Yang Yunzhao exchanged glances with them for a while, but still didn't want to move, and hummed reluctantly.
Chan Zi nodded,
"He said you've fallen into the abyss of nihilism, and asked me to pull you out, or else knock you awake... What does that mean?"
Huan Sheng,
"Ah ba ah ba."
Yang Yunzhao sighed,
"I don't understand either..."
