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Copywriting 1
Liang Ruan was born into a distinguished family and was the little princess held in the palm of everyone's hand.
I heard that a neighbor brother moved next door to the Liang family. He was dignified and steady. He had always been self-restrained and alienated, and kept others away from him thousands of miles away.
While Bo Jing tutored Liang Ruan in his homework day after day, Liang Ruan secretly saved a thick album of secret love paintings, which contained countless profiles of the same man.
Bo Jing became her biggest wish when she was a girl.
It wasn't until the New Year's concert in the year of graduation that Liang Ruan stood in the heavy snow waiting for him to finish, and witnessed the intimate embrace of the pair.
That night was bone-chillingly cold.
Copywriting 2
After an absence of many years, Liang Ruan saw Bo Jing again at a banquet. The man was leaning on the verandah on the second floor, puffing out smoke rings, talking to people with his hands on the railing, indifferent and looking down on all living beings.
At that time, the dark corridor was filled with the smell of rain.
Liang Ruan wiped away the remaining traces of lipstick on the corners of his lips with his fingertips, and returned to his gentle expression. He was so beautiful and particularly eye-catching.
"Mr. Bo, let me borrow it for a moment."
In the empty space, she stepped across the thin scene step by step with her thin high heels pressed against her leather shoes.
The man stretched out his hand and grasped Liang Ruan's wrist with a strong, restrained and tight force, with a stiff and astringent meaning, but said in his mouth:
"Liang Ruan, listen to your soft gasping voice. How is it that you are rejecting me?"
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It was obviously you who told me
If you love this thing, you should die.
-The flower of the high mountain x Wentun
-First love/secret love/reunion
Intention: Only when you get it can you let it go
