"You're not dreaming, General Hen," Jun Min said helplessly. Because he was wounded and he needed to act as a scholar, there was no way he could ride a horse, so they are traveling by carriage. General Hen was worried that they won't arrive at the capital soon enough, but luckily the carriage is also rushing.
Ever since General Hen knew that Jun Min's appearance was a flower boy, he had been saying that he was dreaming. How could he possibly accept that the person who was on par with a great general such as General Tou was a boy like this? More importantly, why is his body so small?
"You're really Jun Min?" General Hen asked for who-knows-how-many-times already.
"I am Jun Min. Or do you need me to kick you out of the carriage to let you confirm it?" Jun Min stared back.
