In a corner of the street in a bustling town, Ling Ling was wearing shabby but clean clothes, with a simple fortune-telling stall in front of him. Most of the passers-by just glanced at her briefly, and occasionally some stopped, but after seeing her young and immature face, they all shook their heads and left. Finally, an old man stopped in front of the stall. "Little girl, can you really tell fortunes?
