My Husband Is a Thousand-Year-Old Demon

The man I married was named Su Yan, a gentle and refined scholar. He came from a poor family, yet possessed a handsome and refined appearance, and was always humble and polite, considered a rare "good husband" by the neighbors. My father was the owner of a small pharmacy; he chose him to marry into the family because he was honest and reliable, someone who could help support our small family. For three years of marriage, we treated each other with respect, our lives like the gently flowing stream outside town—simple, yet peaceful. He would draw my eyebrows, and I would wash his clothes. He would read under the lamp, and I would grind ink beside him. I thought that...