Copywriting 1:
Being struck by the dream-remembering hammer, Bai Yue returned to his previous life - Dongfang Yue's life.
The memories are intermittent, as if covered by a veil of dust and mist.
It's the tree of bitterness.
Under the bitterness tree, he saw a man standing there. The man was wearing a large cloak and his appearance could not be seen clearly. But Bai Yue's heart throbbed, and the bitterness spread to the tip of his tongue. She opened her mouth slowly, as if she was saying something, but Bai Chuo couldn't hear clearly.
Bai Yue reached out his hand.
But the wind suddenly blew up, and the woman turned into nothing and disappeared with the wind.
"Wait!"
Copywriting two:
Wang Quanfugui first saw Tushan on the branch outside his room——
Tu Shan is holding a pot of wine and leaning lazily on the tree trunk. His purple clothes are fairy-like, and the satin and silk are as light as feathers. This picture is unforgettable for the king, power, wealth and wealth.
[Little brat, why are you playing the flute when you have nothing to do?
Flute, Fugui lowered his head and looked at the bamboo flute in his hand - it was a relic left to him by her mother.
"You know my mother?"
Tushan sneered, raised his head and drank the wine.
Copy three:
#I will spend my whole life and even my reincarnation betting on the final answer you give me. Maybe gambling is not a good thing, but not blocking is definitely a bad thing#
#If I cross this threshold, thousands of rivers and mountains, can you accompany me to see it? #
Intention: To ask what love is in the world
[Purple Sugar] kswl, it's too sweet