Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

The arrival of Yunting greatly affected the mood of the trees.

Nor did she know what was happening to her, feeling particularly strange, uneven, swollen, not knowing whether it was joy or panic.

It was night, the trees had a long and long dream, it was all in the past life, in the previous life she married Yunting, those sour hearts and humble, tormented her heart weak. But she still loves Yunting.

Until Yunting went to Yellow Springs with her.

At this point, the trees seemed to hear her name being called.

The trees sat in shock and stared at the dark night.

Her memories of Yunting have been restarted just before she was born again.

Because of her dreams, only to this moment, after rebirth, she still doesn't remember.

At this time, the trees were frightened and sweaty, and the mood was somewhat complicated.

Turns out Yunting is really her husband, and they've been through so much.

Only in this life, her memories of Yunting were completely blank, she didn't know how they were getting along, and her impression of Yunting restarted in the cold, handsome, difficult to get close to, and impossible to guess.

The trees are a little scared of the clouds. I don't know if she did anything to upset him.

Trees are immersed in their world, trying to organize their dreams, and suddenly they hear a softie cry:

“Kiki, are you okay? ”

Familiarize yourself with the sound of your heart beating faster when you hear it.

The trees turned a little hard and looked at the man sitting beside her bed.

It's Yunting.

Why is he sitting next to her bed? Are you here to accompany her?

The trees held the quilt a little nervously and stared at the clouds.

Yunting is also measuring the trees, and his heart hurts somehow.

He wanted to reach for her and warm her up at his own temperature.

But he withstood, now that the trees had forgotten him, I'm afraid he would scare her if he did.

Yunting got up.

The trees are a little nervous, and the quilt moves a little harder, like fear of what the clouds are doing to her.

Cloud Ting stunned, walked to the table next to her, gave her a glass of hot water, and took two cups and poured them over carefully, so that the open water dispersed the temperature early.

After a while, Yunting walked over and passed a sip of warm water to the trees:

“Have a nightmare and drink some water. ”

Thank you. ”The trees grabbed warm cups and sipped water.

Between the two of us, only quiet.

At night, still deep, half an hour before sunrise, the trees are a little sleepless.

Wood sat on the bed holding a quilt, and Yunting naturally put a down jacket on her back.

These subtle moves make the trees feel familiar, familiar and a little panicky.

The trees held their quilts, bit their lower lips, and sat quietly.

Yunting sat on a wooden bench beside her bed, her arms naturally dropped on her legs, her torso sitting upright, and her standard military posture.

Between them, so silent, but not surprisingly embarrassed.

Or the trees first said, “Can you tell me about us? ”

Yunting shook his head: "I don't want to impose memories on you, if you can't remember, we'll start over. ”

“Oh." The trees were a little disappointed, no longer talking to Yunting, but staring at the window.

“Want to see the sunrise? ”