Fox Spirit Matchmaker: Ancestor of Ten Thousand Ghosts

(Reincarnation and a renewed bond + beautiful and tragic leads + mutual salvation + frail and sickly but capable of fighting + fan fiction + 1v1 romance + original headcanons)

My name is Lin Yan.

Ever since I was old enough to understand, I knew this world was an unfinished book. It had Tushan and all kinds of factions; Bai Yuechu and countless other characters.

But it didn't have me. There was no Ghost Realm, no Netherworld Imperial Tomb, and none of the vague dreams that made my heart race in the dead of night.

I thought all of that was far removed from me. I was just the sickly young master of the Lin family, the richest family in the Dao Alliance. I'd lived for twenty years, and knew hospital wards and account books better than anything else. My only strength was that I was clear-eyed: I knew those grand, turbulent stories had nothing to do with me.

So I lived by the rules. It was fine.

Until the day I was kidnapped and taken to the Black Mountain mine. The wheels of fate rolled over me without warning.

I met Tushan Susu.

She was silly, too silly to find her way around. Even when I snapped at her, she didn't get mad, and the next time we met she was still all smiles. She was innocent. I was unpleasant to everyone, living in a state of constant inner turmoil, but she seemed not to notice any of it. She stubbornly treated Lin Yan well, just because he was Lin Yan.

Even I, clear-eyed and cold, had to admit it:

I had fallen for her.

But what then? Her story had a happy ending: the third-in-command of Tushan, the founder of the Yao Alliance...

And me? A sickly man who could collapse at any moment. If I fought for her, if I forced my way into her life, would I ruin a story that was meant to end happily?

Her life would be better without me.

...Heh.

But fate has never been reasonable. What I didn't know was that I was already caught up in it. Once I stepped in front of her, there was no escape.