[Copywriting 1] Only love the person in the painting
She is the last disciple that Granny Ghost Face accepted in Jueming Cliff, or the most loyal one.
"My mother-in-law died because of me..." She murmured. She has nothing in this life but revenge, that's what she originally thought, but she didn't want to meet him.
It was raining heavily that night, and she hid in the dark, watching him and the daughter of the leader of the White Crane Sect, holding hands and promising each other a lifetime amidst the cheers of the crowd. Oh, golden boy and beautiful girl, how well matched. But the sudden glimpse deep in the bamboo forest, the mutual dependence of Burial Snow Peak, have you really forgotten? Or did you never care?
When they meet again, they are already tense. "Hand over the Fuhuang Sword." He said in a hoarse voice. The cold wind was biting and snowflakes were scattered all over the sky. What flashed in his eyes was sadness or sympathy?
But you are wrong, Jiang Xiuchen. I, Luo Weihuan, have been given too much charity in my life. The last thing I need is sympathy.
[Copywriting 2] I don't understand the love of the young master
Maybe it was when he was at Chixia Villa, maybe when she was his personal servant, or maybe it was the moment he rescued her under Qingtan Mountain. There were so many things that even he couldn't remember exactly when he became so interested in her.
She was trembling with poisonous hair and stayed up all night. Just before daylight, she said tiredly: "I'm here for everything, don't worry." He didn't ask for anything, just that she could be safe.
Her eyes were far-reaching and long, but she was looking at another person, but it didn't matter, as long as she could watch her silently and protect her, that would be fine.
People say that he is a carefree young man who does not know the sufferings of the world and does not understand what is precious. Maybe, I really don't understand. He only remembered that on a hot summer day, in a dilapidated old courtyard, under the acacia tree, the flowers were in full bloom, and she had a smile as bright as a flower.