The Taoist Nun Says I'm Doomed to Die Young

The fortune-teller said my fate was weak, and I could only marry a man with a pure-yang destiny.

I pointed at my fiancé’s face, worn out by excess: “You look like an early death. The engagement is off.”

The spoiled young master immediately dropped to his knees. “Master, can I still be saved?”

Afterward, he drank goji berry tea every single day without fail. “Reporting to my wife: my health is recovering!”

I kept reading my medical book without looking up. “Let’s observe you for another seventy years.”