Copywriting one:
The setting sun was stained with blood and the sky was filled with yellow sand. She finally found that familiar face among thousands of corpses.
"Wu Monan, if you dare to die, I will take the child to the underworld to find you!"
The face finally came to life and revealed a weak smile.
I still remember the first time I met him, he curled his lips and said, "It's not as plump as a bean sprout."
It was he who tried his best to protect this "bean sprout" who was plotted against by his relatives.
And she also tried her best to keep him safe.
Copywriting two:
"What kind of strange pattern is that? It looks familiar." Someone pointed at the tattoo on the snow-white skin, leaned over and asked with interest.
Snap! A slap hit him on the face, "Where are you looking?"
Someone covered his face, feeling aggrieved and about to cry: "I really only noticed the tattoo!"