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My husband, Shen Changyi, was a very boring man, and I detested him.

He couldn't cheer anyone up, couldn't earn money to support the family, and couldn't even have children. He spoke little and his emotions were extremely flat. His only advantage was that he doted on me greatly and never went against me.

Shen Changyi was very busy. I occasionally heard him say that he was cultivating on a certain mountain, but judging by his taciturn personality, I figured he wouldn't amount to anything. He'd have a brighter future farming at home.

Not long after we married, I betrayed him.

I met a few people who said that if I poisoned Shen Changyi when he came home, they would give me a large sum of money. At that time, blinded by greed, I agreed without hesitation.

Shen Changyi died from that poison.

Only after his death did I realize that we were all characters in a book. The reason for his busyness was his daily cultivation and demon-slaying. He wasn't the protagonist; he was the protagonist's most respected and admired master, and also the strongest true immortal who had descended to the mortal realm. As long as he could overcome his tribulations, he could ascend back to the Heavenly Realm.

And I was his tribulation.

He never guarded against me, which is why I was able to poison him. After his death, I was also killed by the protagonist seeking revenge for his master. I deserved my fate, but to my surprise, I lived again, reborn on the very day Shen Changyi returned home.

I wanted to cling to him this time, to be a little kinder to him. So, I took the initiative to wash clothes, cook meals, and even invited him to sleep with me. However, the look in his eyes was icy cold.

Shen Changyi didn't say a word, only slowly extinguished the candle. —He had also been reborn.

That night, I lay gasping on the bed, exhausted, thinking blankly: So, he can get angry too. …His angry expression is so lustful.