Reborn to Love My Husband in His Youth

Jiang Yu and Lu Jingyuan were a perfect match, blessed with beauty and talent. She was the most beautiful woman in the capital, while he was a young general who had made a name for himself through a single victorious battle. An imperial edict bound the two together in marriage. At first, they treated each other with mutual respect and courtesy. Later, he went off to war on the northern frontier, and they spent more time apart than together. Gradually, their affection faded. She complained, “Why are you never home?” He grew irritated. “Why can’t you ever consider things from my perspective?” Whenever they met, they inevitably argued. This continued until he died in battle on the northern frontier, his soul unable to return to his homeland. After his death, Jiang Yu discovered him on the battlefield, still clutching the hairpin he had intended for her. She remembered how he used to bring her lychees, fan her on summer nights, and carry her on his back over long, long distances. Then she opened her eyes and found herself back at the age of fifteen. Given a second chance at life, the first person Jiang Yu thought of was Lu Jingyuan. When she went looking for him, she discovered the young man riding his horse through a sea of flowers, dressed in fine clothes and brimming with youthful confidence. The moment he spotted her, he mischievously tugged at her braid and said with a grin, “Little girl, why did you come out to play without bringing an attendant?” Jiang Yu: “…” He immediately panicked. “Hey, don’t cry! Big Brother will take you out to have some fun.” Jiang Yu had never imagined that her husband, whose entire life had been worn down by the hardships of war in her previous life, had once been such an unruly troublemaker in his youth. He took her hunting pheasants, skipping classes, and catching fish. In that case, she would slowly make up for all the regrets of their previous life in this one. Seven Years into Marriage, My Estranged Husband Becomes My Lover Again Yan Hui and Shen Zhaoning were a perfect couple. They married young and supported each other through thick and thin. However, as the years passed, even the strongest love became entangled in the mundane concerns of daily life. In the end, their relationship deteriorated until all that remained were endless arguments and mutual suspicion. Later, Yan Hui went off to war. He was gravely wounded and remained unconscious for three days before finally surviving. When he awoke, Shen Zhaoning stood before her husband, who had only just recovered from his prolonged illness, her eyes red from crying. Yan Hui stared at her for a long moment before suddenly throwing his arms around her and kissing her. “My dear wife, give me a hug.” Shen Zhaoning: “?” Yan Hui teased her, “Have you grown distant from me, my dear wife? Then tonight, we shall have to make up for that distance.” Shen Zhaoning: “…” Oh no! He had lost his memory! After losing his memory, Yan Hui’s memories and mental state returned to those of his eighteen year old self. He became a complete nuisance at home. Every day, he either sought out Shen Zhaoning for kisses or wanted to make love to her. Whenever she refused him, he would say, “Didn’t you swear last time that you loved me more than anyone else?” Shen Zhaoning wanted to point out that she had made that vow seven years ago. However, feeling guilty, she gritted her teeth and agreed. “I love… you.” She found it difficult to refuse the eighteen year old Yan Hui. His love was uninhibited and straightforward. He was willing to put aside his pride to coax her, accommodate her in everything, and travel thousands of miles just to return home and see her. Before she knew it, she had fallen in love with Yan Hui all over again. Then, one day, she unexpectedly discovered through a letter that her husband had recovered his memories. When the sun set and he returned home, the man still drew her into his arms. As the bed curtains fell around them, he kissed her until her entire body trembled. Shen Zhaoning found the situation rather strange. With difficulty, she asked, “Have you… remembered everything?” Yan Hui leaned over her, his eyes dark and unreadable, and asked nonchalantly, “Do you still want him?” “Which version of me do you prefer, the eighteen year old me or the twenty five year old me?” In truth, he had regained his memories long ago. He was pretending to have amnesia and had been jealous of himself the entire time. “Admit it. You have always loved me.” — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Reborn to Love My Husband in His Youth — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠