The morning bell of Huguo Temple startled the birds under the eaves, and amid the smoke, Wen Ruse clutched a marriage sign and looked at the plain white figure in front of the Sutra Pavilion.
The young mage Ming Yi stood on the steps, his eyes were cold and picturesque, and the beads on his fingertips were lightly turning, but he could not hide the sneer in his eyes. She handed over the signature and wanted to use his words to say "the eight characters don't match"; he grabbed her wrist, but felt a deeper obsession in her pulse.
\\\"Nv Tan Yue's illness is not due to fate,\\\" He chuckled, \\\"It's due to greed and anger.\\\"
The copper bell at the corner of the eaves suddenly rang, causing pear blossoms to fall all over the tree. Only then did she realize that this seemingly otherworldly little mage actually had a bit of cinnabar on his earlobes, which was so bright that it burned her eyes.
——I thought it was a money transaction, but at some point, the bad luck in the lotus tube had already been reversed.
Intention: In this world, the real 'bad omen' is not destiny, but the sinking of people's hearts; and the real 'good omen' is that both men and women can break through the situation and stand up, and create a world of their own.