Rose pampered
"The exquisite cloud bun is full of patterns, and the wind sleeves are fragrant with roses."
She was the rose in the wind, bright and beautiful like the morning sun. She was the messenger of spring, Ling Weiwei.
Very few people knew that a butterfly with a broken wing could also break through its shackles and learn to fly.
Ling Weiwei, who was imprisoned in the cage, never dared to accept her fate. Her dream was to travel through the mountains and rivers of the world, use her own ability to describe the mountains and rivers, lakes and seas, and use her own hands to break through the sky.
She had come back from the dead, one step at a time. Even if she flew into the sky, she gradually understood the importance of family, learned how to protect family, love, and friendship, and how to chase after her dreams.
In the beautiful natural scenery, one person was lonely. It was better to be happy alone than to be happy with others. With fragrance as a weapon and thorns as a protective umbrella, one could chase dreams without regret and live up to the mountains and rivers.
Au début tout aller bien, sauf qu'au fur et à mesure... l'IA à malheuresement pris trop de place. Je ne parle pas de l'utiliser pour la relecture et la correction, mais pour tout le reste. On le ressent dans les phrase de cloture de chapitre - cet effet mecanique et creux. On le ressent dans les dialogues froid et impersonnel - chaque personnage devrait avoir ça façon de parler en fonction de sa personnalité et son age. De plus, les pensées du personne devienne de plus en plus étrange. Comment peut-il savoir des choses qui n'ont jamais été expliquer ? Comment s'est-il qu'il y a un passif entre la famille Voss et la sienne ? d'ou ça sort ? comment s'est-il que tout ceux réunis dans cette classe sont des Seigneur ?