Xingluo Jincheng

Under the glazed dome of the Tianming Department, three hundred and sixty volumes of destiny books were neatly suspended in the air, and each volume was tied with a mortal's lifeline. Lin Xingluo was lying on his desk, with the "Son of Destiny: Gu Huai's Volume" open to the seventh page in front of him. Her fingertips were still on the page turning, but her eyelids had already been closed unsatisfactorily. This is her forty-seventh day of continuous overtime work. The fate of mortals is becoming more and more complicated. What about "the career line is bifurcated", "the marriage line is knotted", "the wealth line is cut off by the old man next door" - she is a literary star, and she was forced to become the chief programmer of Tianting. "Hold on for another quarter of an hour..." She muttered, her head sinking little by little, "After reading this page..." Before he finished speaking, he had completely fallen asleep. There was no warning at the moment of the accident.