People say that a cat has nine lives. Once it is hated by it, it will last nine lives.
But people forget that once you fall in love, it lasts for nine lifetimes...
In fact, no matter how many lives I have, I will follow you every time I am reborn, look for every opportunity to get to know you, get married with you, grow old with you, give up one life, and be buried with you because I have loved you for nine lifetimes.
I am not afraid that I will taste the bone-gnawing pain every time I give up a life, nor am I afraid that every time I taste the bone-gnawing pain, I will spend more effort to find you in the vast sea of people. I am only afraid that I meet you too late and cannot give my body and mind to you. I am only afraid that after nine lives, I will disappear behind you and you will not remember that there is such a cat who spent nine lives with you every morning and dusk.
In the end, my obsession is just that I am afraid that you will forget me, and that your warm eyes will no longer stay for me.
You don't know how many times we have met in this life.
I will be your wife for nine lifetimes.
Hush, the wildcat is sleeping.
I love you.
In my first life, I met you when I was in my most miserable state. You were wearing a blue shirt, holding a scale in your hand, and you leaned down and said, "Come home with me."
In the second life, you held my hair, with a smile on your lips, and your eyes seemed to have fallen into the bright stars. You said, Maoyao, are you and I destined to be destined in the previous life?
In the third life, when I was lying under your sword, swallowing the breath of blood in my mouth, my body couldn't help but curl up and tremble, but I still couldn't help but want to hear your voice, you said, cat demon, don't hurt anyone again.
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In the ninth life, I had white hair and lines at the corners of my eyes. I saw you holding Shang Que's hand and walking past me. You said, Grandma Mao, thank you for taking care of Mao Yao. I will take good care of her in the future. I brushed Shang Que's long black hair with my hand and was speechless, but a woman's delicate voice sounded in my ears. She turned her back to me, but she read my heart. She said to you, Qingze, please call my wife.