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

My boyfriend is hopelessly romantic, and also 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 days, an official's daughter met a general. They fell in love at first sight and pledged themselves to each other.

Not long afterward, the imperial court dispatched the general to defend the border. As years of war and chaos dragged on and he never returned, the woman, unable to wait any longer, shaved her head and became a nun.

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

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

"If you ever disappeared, I'd wait for you just like that official'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 me.

"Uh, why didn't that official's daughter go look for the general?" My curiosity had been piqued.

When I woke up, I had somehow transmigrated into the story as the official's daughter...