Copywriting for the convulsive version:
This is a fujoshi world... But what does it matter if you have some BG occasionally.
Hey, what is that?
——There is no marquis seal in Maoling. Does the prefect of Xuancheng know?
Xuancheng Prefect: Hey, how do I know? This is your tomb robbers' business, okay?
——Sima Jiangzhou's green shirt is wet, does the prefect of Xuancheng know?
Xuancheng Prefect: Hey, Sima, what does it have to do with me if he has sex with you? You fujoshi are too crazy! !
——Everyone hangs himself on the southeast branch. Does the prefect of Xuancheng know this?
The eunuch was furious: If I ask the eunuch again if he knows, you can hang the southeast branch later! ! !
(Well, Governor, you are too innocent. Since ancient times, no one has died, so why not hang yourself on the southeast branch...)
[Hostress: So what are you talking about so much!!!
Bone Ultimate (covering face): I don't know either...]
Literary edition copy:
——A long time ago.
"What kind of life is right? What kind of life is wrong?" In the memory, the old grandma asked that night, suddenly.
The little child raised his head and looked at her blankly: "What, grandma, I don't understand."
——Nineteen years old forever.
"Should those lives that are buried in the soil be buried in the soil? There is not even a spring for them to sprout." The girl raised her head, her cheeks blurred by the rain.
——After the galloping of thousands of horses.
"Some things will never change!" She turned around decisively and walked towards the unknown future.