Copywriting one:
Twenty-seven-year-old Qiao Ye stood on the bank of the Huangpu River, the river wind lifting the corners of her clothes. The neon lights on the other side cast a stream of light like broken gold on the river. It flickered and flickered, making people dizzy, but she stared at the brilliance in a daze. The figure in her heart could never be shaken off, and the figure from his back when he had left her without saying goodbye was like a thin thorn that still hurt after so many years - she still couldn't figure out why the thread suddenly broke.
Copywriting two:
Over the years, Lu Xu's side has always been empty. Friends teased him for being too picky, and his family urged him to give in. No one knew that he had someone in his heart. It's not that I couldn't meet someone better, it's just that the mark left by that person was so deep that the people who came after me became blurry shadows. He himself also knew that it was not that he couldn't let go, but that he simply couldn't bear to let go.
Intention: The obsession that time cannot take away and the redemption of reunion
