I accidentally entered the sacrificial pit and was rescued by a strange young man. Because of the language barrier, I imitated others to call him Guoguo, which made the whole camp laugh like crazy. The young master lowered his eyes and looked at me for a long time before acquiescing.
I can calculate the eclipse, but not his life.
Later, I wrote his name all over the dirt and crossed it out one by one.
He knelt down and wiped the mud from my face with his sleeve.
I said, "I want to change your life."
His fingertips were colder than the mud: "The hexagrams are guides, not shackles."
Intention: I want to rewrite his ending