MTL - Seventh Year of My Secret Love for You - Chapter 43

Meng Xiyue had no intention of entering into the book “Deep Sad Love: The Little Wife Runs with the Ball”, but fortunately, she was just a passerby.

Looking at the love between the male and female protagonists, Meng Xi’s crescent moon was sour and she determined the standard of mate selection: her other half must have a positive outlook, no pits in her head, and calmness in any situation, preferably not a love brain.

Then one day, Meng Xiyue met the villainous female partner in the book…

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1. Small cookies, the full text is about 18w to end
2. Mo De’s feelings Meng Xiyue × brain tonic drama jingle Xia Yu’an
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- Description from novelbuddy

[Love After Marriage x Chasing Wife Crematorium]

Su Qian and Lu Mingxiu had been married for three years, and she acted as his favorite substitute, without any complaints or regrets.

Until one day, she learned that his first love was going to return to the country, she suddenly woke up, hid the sprouting and heart palpitations in time, and prepared to divorce and leave.

Unexpectedly, on the day of the divorce, Lu Mingxiu had a car accident and lost his memory.

After losing his memory, he insisted that the two were true love and refused to divorce.

Crazy for his wife, crazy for his wife, banging against the wall for his wife.

someday.

Su Qian discovered that Lu Mingxiu had no memory loss at all, and had been lying to her all the time.

Decided to draw the sword and cut off the relationship and start a career with peace of mind.

Insist on getting a divorce.

Lu Mingxiu’s set of operations was as fierce as a tiger, and he found that he had succeeded in killing his wife.

The road to chasing his wife was long, and finally he had an epiphany——

#sincere, less routine

- Description from novelbuddy

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”