Copywriting: Many years ago, while I was dancing my sword under the moonlight, he stopped and stood there, with the wind blowing from the weeping willows, enchanted by my graceful figure.
He never cut off his sleeves, but his desires arose and he resorted to ruthless means to plunder.
If I don't obey, he will force me. He thinks that I will be strong and strong all my life, but I will be a man in vain.
The blood dries up, the tears run out, the soul dies, and is buried in a sea of fire to resolve a lifetime of love and hatred.
The jackals were in charge, and he accidentally alerted the snake. In the end, his success failed and his reputation was ruined in one day.
He was in such a mess that I stepped on his head with a pair of white boots.
The romantic and talented man of the past was long gone. I lifted his chin and saw a pair of blood-red eyes, misty and white, no longer what they were before.
Revenge is finally here, what more can I ask for?
I just want people who are of one mind and stay together until we grow old together.