[Copywriting]: The beautiful face is jade-green, the phoenix dances in the west wind, the beautiful face disappears in the rhombus mirror. The beauty of the beautiful country turns empty, and the heart of Baicaojun is filled with hatred. Summer fireflies are flowing, the good times are determined, and the fragrance of pear blossoms is heart-breaking. Hatred is hard to eliminate, love is hard to tolerate, and two hearts are hard to care about. When the wild geese return, they are dressed in beautiful red makeup, ready to throw away their happiness. Single thoughts turn into ashes, and words in the heart turn into sorrow. Finally, I hope that the clouds will clear and the moon will shine. Autumn is over, and the soul falls on the cliff of love.
Love, I don't know where it started, goes deep...
Love comes and goes without a trace, but it can penetrate into the bones and yearn for lovesickness.
Water and fire are incompatible.
Conception:
Sir, Please Don't Disturb My Autopsy.
The Days of Chatting with the Minister of Dali Temple
Madam, Please Solve the Case (System)