Copywriting 1:
The fetal transmutation became the male protagonist's Bai Yueguang before the plot started. It doesn't matter, he will die early and be born early anyway. But who can tell me what is going on with this gentle and beautiful man in front of me?
It feels wrong, it seems like he and I are going to be together.
Copywriting two:
In this deep palace, who has real freedom? The high red-painted walls have already locked up countless innocent souls, and there are countless skeletons buried under the cold dragon chairs.
How come the sobs in the night and the mournful moans under the knife are not the norm.
The Jinling City in my memory has long been covered with white snow.
It was an unforgettable pain, a pain that was excruciating.
"Brother, do you think there is an antidote that can cover up the noise of right and wrong?"
He hugged me tightly, as if he melted me into his bones and blood, making me breathless.
A boy or a young man, no matter who they are, they can make me never look back, even if a moth flies into the flame.
Nowadays, the blood of young people is splashed on the palace wall; the young people are burdened with blood debts and can hardly move forward. The people they love are so close, but they will never be loved again.
In the end, I completed my mission and willingly became a chess piece for him to win the world.
The palace wall was covered with flowers. She could never forget the young man who said to her with a smile.
"Hanlian is still more suitable for growing in Jiangnan."
The flowers are misty and the rain is hazy. There are no moss, peach willows, orchids, orchid boats. I saw the snow on the palace wall penetrated deep into the bones, and it was even worse in the Western Region. It was unbearable to look back and never see the rain in the south of the Yangtze River again.
Intention: As long as people are here, water will always flow, and this feeling will never end