Blurb:
Bai Yu had been cultivating when she unexpectedly suffered a cultivation deviation. She neither died nor remained alive.
She became a spirit. As she drifted out, she saw her body "wake up" and look around and touch everything like an idiot, muttering crazy things like "transmigrate into a book," "scum gong," and "female lead."
When a person dies, their cultivation vanishes with them. Bai Yu took it in stride. If this visitor from another world inherited her body and used an outside method to break through the constraints of this world, then Bai Yu would have died for a worthy cause.
But then she heard the visitor say she was going to win over the female lead, Qing Ji.
After figuring out what "winning her over" meant, Bai Yu shouted at her, "Are you sick?"
Win over that cold, heartless, infuriating woman?
Besides, Qing Ji and Bai Yu had always been mortal enemies. Using her body to win Qing Ji over would only bring humiliation upon herself.
And what did this so-called courtship involve? Cooking, giving Qing Ji medicine, passing on cultivation techniques, and other revolting acts of servility. Bai Yu sneered. Qing Ji was naturally indifferent, arrogant, cold-blooded, and devoted to the Great Dao. How could such groveling make her fall for anyone?
Then she saw Qing Ji's ears turn red, her body go soft, and her expression grow coy as she laughed and flirted.
Huh? Bai Yu couldn't help floating into her mind and shouting, "Are you sick?!"
But as a spirit, she couldn't do a thing. All she could do was watch them fall in love day after day as her own spirit grew fainter by the day.
When the newcomer and Qing Ji were to be married, the red wedding silk stung Bai Yu's eyes. She touched her hollow heart and realized that she was the one who was sick.
She left alone, intending to find a peaceful place to fade from the world.
But a sudden force pulled her back into her body. Qing Ji, dressed in her wedding clothes, was pinned beneath her.
Blood stained Qing Ji's cheek, and her eyes were cold.
Bai Yu had held back for many days. When she finally spoke, all she could manage was a taunt: "Qing Ji, you're in such a hurry. Even if you marry me, I won't share my cultivation with you."
But then Qing Ji's eyes reddened, her gaze shattered.
Qing Ji hooked an arm around Bai Yu's neck and drew her down. Bai Yu saw a tear slip from the corner of her eye.
Qing Ji said, "It was you."
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Theme: You are the one who decides how to live your life
