She was once the decoder of countless people's thoughts, a light in the dark night.
A square table covered with velvet cloth and seventy-eight playing cards with mysterious patterns can outline the vague outline of the querent's fate. She can always pull out the cocoons from the cards and give calm and insightful guidance, as if fate itself is whispering at her fingertips. However, those who can see the trajectories of others may not be able to see their own path clearly.
Her first marriage was full of idealistic romance and commitment. She thought she had found her destiny partner, but as she spent day after day, she discovered the cracks hidden under the cards. When the passion cooled and communication was severed, the card finally flipped, and an unexpected collapse threw her from the castle she thought was safe, leaving rubble and self-doubt everywhere. In the ruins, she learned to piece herself together with difficulty by drawing cards for herself. Then she met her second marriage. She thought this was a conscious choice after growing up and the cornerstone of establishing a stable order. She put away her sensual antennae and tried to play a calm and decent partner. But when the storm of life really comes, she realizes that over-reliance on the sharpness of the "sword" will cut off the instinct of longing for intimacy, causing the two hearts to drift apart in the fortress of rules. Two marriages are like two completely different decks of cards.
Once defeated by disillusionment, once trapped by reason.
She has been looking for the perfect interpretation of the card "marriage", but she has forgotten that she is the only owner of that deck of cards, the hand that holds the cards, and the voice that interprets everything.
Real growth is not about avoiding the wrong cards, but about finally daring to shuffle the cards with your own hands and define your own game.
