Rebirth of the Tiger's Wife

I like you very much, like the wind that has traveled eight hundred miles, regardless of the date of return. I still like you very much, like the reincarnation of the sun and the moon, regardless of the day or night. I still like you very much, like the clouds that wander ninety thousand miles without ever resting. I still like you very much, like the stars that smash into the earth, until death. I still like you very much, like the sun that fills the sky and the earth, gentle and comfortable. I still like you very much, like the wind blowing in my heart, crisp and smooth. I still like you very much, like rain falling on the tropics and polar regions, thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, like a whale sinking at the bottom of the sea, breathing softly and full of madness. I still like you very much, like the old city gate that has been waiting for many years, standing alone. I still like you very much, like a whale starving for oxygen in the deep sea of 6,400 meters, enjoying it endlessly. I still like you very much, like a subject waiting for the restoration of the dynasty, which is far away. I still like you very much, like the cicadas chirping in the willows, the sunset and the tide, I can't help myself. I still like you very much, like the clouds drifting for ninety thousand miles, never resting. I still like you very much, like the sun rising and setting, no matter day or night. I still like you very much, like the stars running through the dark night for hundreds of millions of years, without complaining. I still like you very much, like the spring rain falling for eight hundred miles, pattering. I still like you very much, like the spring grass dyeing the green ridge, no doubt. I still like you very much, like a shrew who scolds the street and is unreasonable. I still like you very much, like the rain that falls all night long on green flowers, and Juanjuan does not hesitate to do so. I still like you very much, like the rain falling in the plum rain season, which lasts forever. I still like you very much, like the smoke curling up from a kitchen stove, and Tangli frying snow and falling rain. I still like you very much, like a bird falling in love with sea fish. It's hard to decide whether to stay or not. I don't know why. I still like you very much, like a noisy secret with thousands of words. I still like you very much, like the begonia in the courtyard that falls and blooms again and again. I still like you very much, like the sun and the moon taking turns, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like the layers of clouds condensed into phrases, bit by bit. I still like you very much, like the twinkling stars in the night sky and the neon blur. I still like you very much, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind, turning into mud. I still like you very much, like the raindrops falling on the green moss and red mud, softly dissipating. I still like you very much, like the starlight falling into the eyes, with a glance thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, like the last stroke of Mr. Chai Tou Feng, who loves you so much. I still like you very much, like the red curtain on a spring night, which is endless in dreams, and I am still afraid of thinking about you. I still like you very much, like the green leaves of spring and the sunshine of summer, which are not as good as you. I still like you very much, like the green leaves of spring and the sunshine of summer, which are not as good as yours. I still like you very much, like the thousands of piles of snow rolled up by the cliff, all the years are like eve. I still like you very much, like the sky full of meteors falling to the ground, and the fireworks are wanton. I still like you very much, like the waves hugging the rocks again and again, trying their best. I still like you very much, like the fish returning to their hometown along the ocean current, meeting by chance. I still like you very much, like the whisper of the wind in the ears, my heart beats. I still like you very much, like the babbling children learning to speak, unable to express their feelings. I still like you very much, like the chirping of Zigui in the rain. It is better to go back. I still like you very much, like the uncontrollable murmurings in my dream, it's all about you. I still like you very much. I want to call you a shrew and be unreasonable... I still like you very much, I like you very much.

Please update I feel a little sorry, this is not my phone, I can't. . . It took half a day, no, it was midnight. I stayed up late to read it. Please update Please update Please update

I have read most types of military novels, mainly about myself being reborn and coming back to take revenge. This novel is also about soldiers, but the emphasis is on cultivating immortals. After reading around Chapter 41, I felt that this is not an ordinary military wife novel. The plot that follows is indeed very attractive! ! Support! !

Thank you for your support, dear! ! !

To be honest, I don't really like the setting of this heroine. Since you used the body of the original owner, you don't want this or that. The original owner is not willing to accept the obsession left before. Moreover, after the male and female protagonists meet, I always feel uncomfortable. I don't know why it becomes more and more uncomfortable to watch. This book The comments are purely personal expressions, and any similarities are purely coincidental... (Insert a sentence about how nostalgic the original owner wrote about the male protagonist before. The original owner's mind came over and over again, how indifferent the original owner became after "died", and when he saw the female protagonist, he became nostalgic for his sister again. I almost forgot about it, hahaha)

I haven't written a comment for a long time. I have been updating and saving articles every day. In order to explode, the time should be around 8.11. Thank you for your support

How about a big squeeze of toothpaste? Can there be more?

I would like to ask the author, can you please stop writing the heroine as a bitch? What did you say when I came back from buying clothes for you: Why did it take you so long to come back? I thought you were lost. It takes so long to buy clothes. What else can I ask of you? I'm really speechless. . Do you know how far the hospital is from the place where you buy clothes? ? It's my first time coming to this place, so it's understandable that I don't know the way around for a long time! Not your servant! It's not like I'm begging to come to your door and torture you! The male protagonist you mentioned has no dignity~

I've read more than 90 chapters, and I feel like the heroine is a bit too much! From the moment she decided to accept the male lead! You should respect and trust the male protagonist! I look down on my own man! You don't give much trust to someone you haven't met for the first time on the train! And tell them your secret! Instead, he hid it from his husband! Weakness does not mean that you have other people's memories. You can have this ability!

The heroine is pregnant with her second baby. The baby girl needs a big name and a nickname. Please help me! !