A Sick Fairy Is No Good Person

My master said he was the only cure for her broken Daoist heart, and that she had to keep him by her side every day.

My fellow cultivator said he was the one and only kindred spirit in her life, and anyone else who so much as looked at him deserved to die.

The young fairy said he was her fated love, and they could never be parted, in life or death.

The mermaid princess said he was the moonlight she could never reach from the depths of the sea, and that she should drag him beneath the waves so they could be together forever.

At first, Lu Qing thought they were just eccentric. Only later did he see the obsessive, deranged possessiveness churning beneath their gentle facades.

Sick. Truly sick.

Terminally ill, with no cure.

By a twist of fate, he had become the source of their affliction. He couldn't escape or hide, and the slightest struggle only brought tighter restraints.

Now all he had left was one pitiful thought:

Don't come any closer.

If you do, their love will tear him to pieces.