When I Was Reborn as a Teenager, My Husband No Longer Wanted to Love Me.

Zhu Wan was very much in love with her husband. Even if she was about to die at the end of her life span, her husband would never give up and use all means to send her soul to the past. When Zhu Wan woke up, he found that she was still a squirrel spirit with a shallow level of cultivation. It would be another six hundred years before she would meet her husband. So she found her young husband and showed favor to him in every possible way. In this life, she wanted to be with him as early as possible and not waste a single day. However, my husband is a monk, and he devoted himself to cultivation when he was young. He cannot be said to have much prejudice against the demon clan, but he definitely has no interest in it. Her young husband's reaction to all her expressions of love was indifference and rejection, without any warmth like when they fell in love a thousand years later. There was no other way, so Zhu Wan had no choice but to deal with his hurt and broken mood, and continued to chase after him while practicing hard. Thinking back to a thousand years later, when she had a quarrel with the big husband and almost broke off, he pursued her persistently, apologizing and showing kindness, so that they could have a good time in the future. Whenever she thinks of her future husband, Zhu Wan will be filled with courage. The next time she sees her young husband, she will still enthusiastically wag her big fluffy tail at him, letting him know that she will be extremely happy when she sees him. ———— Bai Jian is a genius who has been practicing cultivation for many years. He has been enjoying everything he has been doing smoothly. But at the age of one hundred and twenty, he met a deranged squirrel spirit. This squirrel spirit pestered him in every possible way and kept saying that she was his future wife. Bai Jian inspected the protective magic weapon contracted to her soul. It was so powerful that it could withstand a sect's mountain protection formation. This showed that the person who gave her the magic weapon loved her deeply and did not want her to be harmed at all. This was enough to show that her future husband would never be him. How could he be so protective of an inhuman monster? Whenever Bai Jian spoke to her harshly, she would hide away with tears in her eyes, scold him a few words in a low voice, then turn around and quickly forgive him, follow him again, and give him a few fragrant roasted and peeled wild chestnuts. There is indeed something wrong with this squirrel's brain. She kept chasing him, and finally one day, he got tired of it and said to her: "You are a monster. No matter what, it is impossible for me to marry you. Not to mention a thousand years later, even if ten thousand years or one hundred thousand years pass, even if the world dies, I will not be your husband. What you said cannot happen." He thought that no matter how restrained his tone was, the disgust in his words was enough to make her understand that they were not the same person. After Zhu Wan heard this, his tail slowly drooped, without wagging as usual. Later, she really disappeared. Bai Jian looked behind him and could no longer see the little figure dancing on the branches, trying to keep up with him. For many years after that, Bai Jian observed the squirrel spirits that appeared next to him, and each one looked different from her. He began to carry around a bag of wild mountain chestnuts that would never cool down. The bag was enchanted and contained an inexhaustible supply of chestnuts. She used to go hungry in order to keep up with him. If he met her again, he wanted to give her the whole bag so that she would never be hungry again. I don't know what she is doing now, whether she has found a new handsome monk, chasing him stupidly and stubbornly, and telling him, I am your future wife. Hundreds of years later, Bai Jian finally saw her again. He walked up to her and asked her about her experiences over the years. Zhu Wan smiled at him appropriately, like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, without any resentment. Bai Jian gave her a chestnut bag and a jade slip for sound transmission, and tentatively asked her to swim in the lake together tonight. Zhu Wan nodded, and Bai Jian breathed a sigh of relief. After walking dozens of steps, he felt dull joy. He couldn't help but turn around, wanting to see her figure again, but he only saw the chestnut bag and the sound transmission jade slip hanging on the branches. And she left silently. She doesn't blame him, and she doesn't love him anymore. Purpose: Cherish the good times