The Fake Heiress Is Shrouded in Dark Energy

When my parents found me, I was by the roadside telling fortunes. “You must not marry within the next three years, or it will affect your fortune.”

They apparently hadn’t expected me to be doing this. They just stood there in a row without saying a word, until Song Qingyao gave a mocking laugh. I glanced at him and said, “No charge if it doesn’t come true. Would you like a reading, sir?”

Song’s mother immediately burst into tears. “Child, I’m your mother. Come home with me.”

Looking at these people, a few words surfaced in my mind: “Dark energy clings to them. They don’t have long to live.”