The Max-Level Mystic Transmigrates into a Frail, Helpless Girl

[One-on-one romance, doted-on heroine, entirely fictional setting, special abilities, metaphysics, no logic] The eldest daughter of the Shi family has been frail and sickly, vacant and foolish, ever since she was little. Master Qingzhen, the most accurate fortune-teller at Lingguang Temple, said she wouldn't live to see twenty. The third young master of the Jiang family has been refined and handsome since childhood, with an elegant air of nobility. Even a simple white lab coat looks striking on him. When they first meet, Jiang Gu looks at the space between her brows with a faint smile and says warmly, “Miss, the cherry blossom between your eyebrows is beautiful.” Shi Chu is dressed in a white gown. She turns slightly, the hem swaying gracefully with her movement. Looking at him with a puzzled expression on her delicate face, she replies, “Thank you, sir. You're even more handsome than a cherry blossom.” Shi Chu: In my old world, I called the shots. In this world, I still call the shots. Jiang Gu: In the old world, I let her call the shots. In this world, I'll keep letting her call the shots, too. Except in one particular matter.