Copywriting:
Jin Shichen was sitting on the balcony looking at his precious plants and asked, "Who is he?"
I collected the clothes drying on the balcony and replied casually: "Friend." I hadn't told him that I wouldn't attend the wedding, and I was planning to give up the house. Although this house belongs to me, he paid for it.
He turned his back to me and said in a calm and to the point tone, "That man looks good, you can give it a try."
I smiled bitterly and turned around and entered the bedroom.
Obviously I can explain now that there is nothing between me and that man. I have always only liked him, but I don't.
Because he doesn't like me. If I talk about it, what's the point.
Why should I bother myself anymore?
Note: Early novels about scumbag men, (looking at it now, they are really invincible, invincible and scumbag), thunder, thunder rolling from the sky, first person.
I don't know why I chose this paragraph for copywriting.
Conception:
