Ding Liao was hit by an apple falling from the sky and transmigrated into a blade of grass.
But someone had pulled that blade of grass out and tossed it on the ground. It was on its last legs, barely alive.
Just when she thought she was a goner, someone saved her.
When she woke, she discovered she had arrived in a dynasty that didn’t exist.
Figuring she could make a living anywhere, she agreed to do funeral work, a trade locals considered filthy and contemptible.
…
A sickly handsome man fell from the sky, smashed through the roof, and landed right in front of her, gravely wounded.
Ru Mu: Why does the aura around her make me feel like I’ve regained so much strength?
Why does she stare at all those people who are about to die, without even looking at me? Am I really so unappealing to her?
Ding Liao: Why does this sickly man always look at me so strangely? Could his illness have affected his eyes?
Ru Nanyi: Heh. You’re hardly irresistible. Why would Sister Ding Liao look at you?
