Reborn in My Husband's Youth, He No Longer Wants to Love Me

Zhu Wan and her husband were deeply in love. Even when her allotted lifespan ran out and she was about to die, her husband refused to give up. He used every means at his disposal to send her soul into the past.

When Zhu Wan woke, she discovered that she was still a squirrel spirit with little cultivation. She wouldn't meet her husband for another six hundred years.

So she sought out her husband when he was young and showered him with affection.

In this life, she wanted them to be together as soon as possible, without wasting a single day.

But her husband was a cultivator, and in his youth, all he cared about was cultivation. He wasn't particularly prejudiced against demons, but he certainly had no interest in them.

Whenever the young version of her husband reacted to her advances, he was indifferent and repulsed. There was none of the tenderness they would share when they fell in love a thousand years later.

With no other choice, Zhu Wan gathered up her wounded, broken heart and kept following him while working hard to cultivate.

She recalled that a thousand years later, when she and her husband had a falling-out and nearly parted for good, he had doggedly pursued her, apologizing and trying to win her over. That was how they came to share all the happy years that followed.

Just thinking about her future husband filled Zhu Wan with courage. The next time she saw her young husband, she would still wag her big, fluffy tail at him with all her might, letting him know how happy she was just to see him.

Bai Jian was a cultivation genius. For many years, everything had gone smoothly for him, and he had lived a carefree, satisfying life.

But at the age of one hundred and twenty, he met a squirrel spirit whose mind was in disarray.

She clung to him relentlessly, insisting over and over that she was his future wife.

Bai Jian examined the protective artifact bound to her soul. It was powerful enough to withstand the protective formation of an entire sect, proving that whoever had given it to her cherished her dearly and didn't want her to suffer even the slightest harm.

That was proof enough that her future husband could never be him. Why would he take such care of a nonhuman demon?

Whenever Bai Jian spoke a little harshly to her, she'd wipe away her tears and hide off to the side, muttering a few insults under her breath. Then she'd quickly forgive him, catch up with him again, and stuff a few fragrant, roasted, peeled wild chestnuts into his hands.

That squirrel really did have something wrong with her head.

She kept chasing after him until, one day, he grew tired of it and said to her:

"You're a demon. No matter what, I could never marry you. Don't just say a thousand years from now. Even in ten thousand or a hundred thousand years, even if heaven and earth are destroyed, I will never be your husband. What you're talking about could never happen."

He thought that no matter how restrained his tone was, the disgust in his words would be enough to make her understand they were not meant for each other.

Hearing this, Zhu Wan's tail slowly drooped. Unlike all the other times, it didn't wag at all.

Later, she really did disappear. Bai Jian looked back and could no longer see the little figure leaping along the branches, struggling to keep up with him.

For many years afterward, whenever a squirrel spirit crossed his path, Bai Jian would study her. None of them looked like Zhu Wan.

He began carrying a bag of wild chestnuts that would never go cold. The bag was enchanted, and the chestnuts inside never ran out.

She used to go hungry so often while trying to keep up with him.

If he ever saw her again, he wanted to give her the whole bag so she would never go hungry again.

He wondered what she was doing now. Had she found a handsome new cultivator and started foolishly and stubbornly chasing after him, telling him, "I'm your future wife"?

Several hundred years later, Bai Jian finally saw her again.

He went up to her and asked what had happened to her over the years.

Zhu Wan smiled at him politely, like an old friend she hadn't seen in years, without a trace of resentment.

Bai Jian gave her the bag of chestnuts and a jade communication slip, then tentatively asked her to go boating with him that evening.

Zhu Wan nodded. Bai Jian breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't until he had walked dozens of steps away that joy finally dawned on him.

Unable to resist, he turned back for another look at her, only to find the bag of chestnuts and the jade communication slip hanging from a branch.

She had already left in silence.

She no longer blamed him, and she no longer loved him.

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