The Frail Black Moonlight Was Forced to Fake Her Death

● Chapters are already written. Short story, and it won't be paywalled before completion. Thank you for adding it to your collection, lovely readers.

[The World's Greatest: Sickly Master Who Is the Bottom x Sharp-Tongued Disciple Who Warms the Bed, Then Gets into It]

A hundred years ago, Que Yue was the celebrated leader of the righteous path.

A hundred years later, Que Yue was a rotten corpse in a grave, reviled by all.

Then one day, someone pries open Que Yue's coffin with a shovel. He slowly sits up, props his chin on his hand, and looks outside. "Hey, I've come back from the dead. Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

The youth is taking stock of the grave goods and doesn't even look up. His voice is muffled. "What's there to be afraid of about ghosts? If I can't get money to treat my father, I'll go crazier than any ghost."

Que Yue: "I suddenly don't want to stay dead anymore."

Cheng Yizhao says nothing.

Que Yue: "You can have the stuff. From now on, you're responsible for supporting me. It's settled."

Cheng Yizhao: ...?

Reader's Guide:

· This was a piece I wrote years ago, now expanded into a short story. It's an outline-driven work.

· The main text is in first person, happy ending.

· Both leads are sexually inexperienced, one-on-one romance. No breaking up the pairing, reversing the pairing, dream pairings, face-swapping, or putting down other works.

· The characters aren't based on real people. Please don't bring unrelated fandom drama here.

- The idea was settled on x years ago. I've lost track.

- Blurb updated on March 26, 2026.

Theme: Cherish life and live in the present.