Female teacher, male disciple | Fake-death fiction | Unhinged ghostly man x sickly, laid-back beauty
Yu Xunzhi was a once-in-a-century waste of talent.
Born foolish, clumsy, and of humble origins, her life seemed easy to see all the way to its end.
One morning, she got up, washed, and prepared to begin another lazy, utterly worthless day.
The moment she opened the door, she saw someone kneeling outside.
With a loud bang, she slammed the door shut and cried that she'd seen a ghost.
The person outside wasn't angry. Instead, he knelt even straighter, holding the gleaming cold sword of the clan head, looking ready to stay there until the end of time.
Anyone else would have cried that seeing such a thing would shave years off their life. That was the head of the greatest sword sect in the world. What could make someone like him kneel before anyone?!
Yu Xunzhi rolled her eyes and coldly ordered the maid beside her,
