On my third wedding anniversary, I was purged and left the house.
My ex-husband hugged my new love and even wanted to borrow the 80,000 yuan I borrowed; my mother-in-law pushed the divorce agreement in front of me in front of the whole table.
That night, I opened the blue cloth notebook left by my grandmother and awakened the Jiang family's skill that has been passed down for three generations - looking at Qi.
When the red line turns black, it is the fate of death; when the black energy wraps around the head, it is a prison that cannot be escaped; when the golden energy is leaking, it is a deficit that cannot be filled.
I set up a folding table at the Chengnan Night Market: Mr. Jiang's business is twenty yuan per hexagram.
A love rival comes to ruin the scene wearing high heels? With just one sentence, I revealed her scapegoat.
At the police station, the mole who stole the old man's life-saving money was discovered. The cold-faced detective went from saying "coincidence" to only believing the evidence I investigated.
Routine loans, wealthy bureaus, twenty-two years of life stolen... I only look at the direction, and the conviction depends entirely on evidence.
Everyone is waiting to see this yellow-faced woman like me rot in the mud.
I relied on myself, from the night market stalls all the way to the celebrity circle, lining up to visit.
It's just that I count all the people in the world, but I can't see my own fate——
Until that day when I looked in the mirror, a thread was pulled out of my head, and the other end was hidden in the deepest darkness.
