My name is Qin Ming. I'm a landlord and a writer. My new book flopped, my tenants moved out, and I was about to write a fun yuri adult story, abandon it mid-serialization, and run off. But I never expected the dashing young heroine I had written to suddenly show up at my door with a holy sword.
My name is Qin Ming. I'm an astrologer, and I'm currently serving as the guide to that young heroine. Everyone else thinks my divinations are accurate, but I know I'm a fraud. Half of the future I describe comes from my own novel, and the other half I make up on the spot.
