Copywriting one:
Life is always full of surprises.
Eighteen-year-old Chu Yi never thought that it would be her absolutely trusted confidant who ended her short life.
I couldn't have predicted that I would be eleven years old again and everything hadn't started yet.
She planned carefully and all her plans were foolproof.
But in the end, she still couldn't understand why the woman who tried so hard to climb into her bed last time was always indifferent now.
Two:
Wen Qingye suffered a serious illness when he was a child, and was saved by a passing "immortal" and became his apprentice.
Later, the master asked her if she regretted living with him without a fixed place and sleeping in the open air.
Wen Qingye smiled and shook his head. In fact, it doesn't matter to her, whether she wants to cultivate or not, or whether she goes to southern Hebei or northern Anhui.
Walk at sunrise and rest at sunset. Isn't this how you spend every day?
Her life should be like this, like flowing clouds and bright moon. Wen Qingye thought so.
Three:
The girl huddled in the corner, her hair disheveled. Hearing someone coming, he curled his limbs harder.
Chu Yi's heart felt cramped. She couldn't help but move closer to her, "Qingye..."
"Let's go!" Wen Qingye buried his head deeper, and only a suppressed growl came out of his throat. She bit the soft flesh in her mouth tightly, as if this could firmly restrain the terrible desire.
Chu Yi's eyes welled up with heat, and he spoke with a tremor that could not be concealed, "It's okay, it's okay. I don't feel any pain."
Wen Qingye closed her eyes in despair, tears streaking across the corners of her eyes.
Her clenched fists dug her nails deeply into her flesh, and blood bubbled out little by little as she spoke, "Please, please, leave quickly."
Purpose: To look at problems dialectically