I'm a Genius Doctor, Yet I Can't Cure Lovesickness

My boyfriend is a hopeless romantic, and extremely sensitive and fragile. Whenever the subject of love comes up, he has to debate it with me.

Recently, my love rival told him a story:

Once upon a time in ancient China, a nobleman's daughter met a general. They fell in love at first sight and secretly pledged themselves to each other.

Not long afterward, the general was dispatched by the imperial court to defend the border. Amid years of war and chaos, the woman waited in vain for his return and eventually shaved her head to become a nun.

By the time the general weathered countless hardships and returned to find the convent where she had taken her vows, the woman had already died of illness.

People told the general that a woman had been waiting there for him all along.

“If you ever went missing, I'd wait for you just like that nobleman's daughter. If you died, I'd remain faithful to you for the rest of my life!” my love rival told my boyfriend.

“What about you, Xiaomei?” my boyfriend asked.

“Uh, why didn't that nobleman's daughter go look for the general?” My curiosity was piqued.

When I woke up, I had transmigrated into the story as that nobleman's daughter...