[A bold, unruly demon-slaying heroine [emoji] and a frail, sickly flower-demon hero who loves pretending to be ill]
Yu Suiyin's courtyard suffered an undeserved disaster, and all the spiritual flowers and herbs withered.
One troubling thing after another followed. For two whole days, she went without sleep or rest, busy repairing the wards, rescuing people, and exterminating demons.
In the end, she still failed to keep the demon out of human territory.
She had no choice but to shoulder her life-bound sword and head into the human realm to slay demons and uphold justice.
That flower demon just had to latch onto her, staring fixedly at her with those bewitching eyes. “Second Miss Yu said I was a good demon.”
Yu Suiyin: I can't resist him. I really can't resist him.
He seemed to know exactly how to handle her. He coughed every three steps and collapsed every five, making Yu Suiyin worry herself sick over him and indulge his every whim.
One day, an admirer came calling. Every time she exchanged a word with the man, the flower demon coughed once, growing more and more violently. At that rate, if she dared accept the man's affection, he would die of illness right in front of her.
She hurriedly shook her head at the visitor. “I like him, not you.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, the coughing finally stopped.
After that day, though, her admirers began avoiding her.
It was a long time before she learned that on that very night, the flower demon had slipped out and, under cover of darkness, beaten that admirer to a pulp.
The stories said she had brought along a sickly burden who only held her back. Little did they know that this frail invalid was the blade in her hand.
