Copy 1: With fragrant clothes and shadow on the temples, the candlelight is burning, Song Jiao holds a folding fan in his hand, lifts Wen Yujing's chin, his eyes are burning, the ink juice falls on his white cheeks, the tip of his nose, and the eyelashes like butterfly wings tremble slightly, showing uneasiness.
After everything was done, Song Liu's hot words whispered into Wen Yujing's ears, and his ears were instantly covered with red. "Okay, get out now." He put down his pen, his voice was indifferent and distant, his eyes were dark, and he looked up at his final pen.
Intention: Take the winding road and welcome the bright future