Copywriting: Little Daisy twisted her slender flower stem, my God, that immortal just now was so handsome! It would be great if the Immortal waited until the day I became an Immortal to marry me! What? Is the Immortal a male? It's okay, men can be wives too! But... Immortal, Immortal! What are you going to do! Let me go! Don't hold me down! A poet passing by looked at it and said: The chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is covered with wounds, your smile has turned yellow~