Fake copy:
It is rumored that the Jade Immortal Temple has the most beautiful woman in the world of immortality today. All the people who are lucky enough to see the beauty are fascinated and think about her day and night. They are so obsessed with her that they don't know whether they are meteors in the day or the sun in the night. They all say that the beauty should be a fairy from the nine heavens who descended to the mortal world to experience the chaos of the world.
The Jade Immortal Temple, where the beauty was hidden, kept silent about the existence of the beauty, and only nodded in agreement when complimenting the person's appearance.
Shen Yixuan: My senior brother, why should I show you that the giant sword in my hand is ready to be used!
Ye Qingtan: What does it have to do with you if I monopolize the fairy? I dominate them anyway.
Qinglan: Beauty is only for the strong. Who is stronger than me in this world?
Real copywriting (big boo):
Shen Shuhan once wandered this world alone.
He is an orphan. He has never seen his parents since he can remember. He has no blood relatives and no elders who can take care of him on his parents' behalf. He came into this world alone, and no one knows his origins.
The cries of hawkers in the streets and the sounds of children playing had nothing to do with him.
It wasn't until the day he was picked up by his master and brought back to Jade Immortal Temple that his gears finally started to rotate.
Even though it was always difficult for this mismatched gear to completely match the running gears, Shen Shuhan was still accepted.
He began to try to grind off the edges that did not fit. This was a difficult job, but when the other gears looked at him with concern, he still secretly hid the tools and scratched palms in his hands, and arched his eyebrows at them as if the pain had never existed.
Until the day I met Qinglan.
Qinglan was neither a member of the gears nor the parts that made up the gears. He stood on the outside and quietly looked at the gear set hanging on the entire wall.
When he saw the gear belonging to Shen Shuhan that was not running smoothly enough, he picked up a small brush and gently swept it along the edge of the gear.
Shen Shuhan was surprised to find that the edges that were not consistent enough were repaired, and the body that needed to be squeezed to fit in became relaxed.
And his scratched palm began to heal little by little.
This was the first time he met such a special person in the world of gears. It was not a gear or a part, but a person standing in front of the wall.
If the gears of fate will eventually turn, he accepts the gift of fate.
Concept: Destiny is a coincidence