A Spirit in the Tarot Cards

The N Ways to Use Tarot Cards and the Number of Romantic Prospects On a day before her eighteenth birthday, Su Yanuo was forced to team up with two new partners and transmigrate: Partner No. 1: He threw money around at the drop of a hat. He'd smoked, drunk, raced cars, and walked dogs. A typical rich playboy. (Underlined in red: The kind of rich where the cost of one meal's worth of dog food for his dog is more than what Partner No. 2 and I could afford combined.) Partner No. 2: She rolled up her sleeves at the drop of a hat. Her dad was a cop, and she was so righteous no one could stop her. She believed a gentleman should settle things with his fists, not his words. (Underlined in red: Such a tomboy she could catch a wolf barehanded and smash a boulder on her chest in a heartbeat.) We're supposed to conquer the stars and the sea, but unfortunately, the three of us had known each other for barely two hours. We didn't know each other at all, and right now... We were tearing each other apart... Oh, right, there are tarot cards too. They say...there's a spirit in my tarot cards! A friendly warning: 1. This is a wild-imagination series. If you run into professional inaccuracies, blame Baidu, which misled me. Please don't nitpick. 2. This isn't fast food. The author's worldview sometimes seeps in: mystery, fantasy, and romance. 3. Comments and bookmarks are welcome, mwah! Be kind and civil, little angels. No personal attacks. 4. If you regret starting this, the escape route is at &#￥... (the route is stuck in rush-hour traffic). 5. Click, click, click, click it