You can predict the sky and the earth, predict people and things, but you can't predict yourself.
Si Wuming, the eternally indifferent god of numerology, lost his cool heart because of a weak branch.
The sandalwood branches whose lives were hanging by a thread were picked up. Stay with your benefactor, smell the fragrance, enlighten your wisdom, and be enlightened by transformation. From now on, you will never see anything else.
Suddenly one day, the benefactor suddenly passed away.
The two were entangled and separated, and they went around in circles for thousands of years.
Then I realized that he was actually the benefactor's catastrophe!
PS: I have never failed in political history and borrowed the wisdom of my ancestors - Three Provinces and Six Parts
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