Desirable You

Ling He walked to a fortune-telling stall. The stall owner wore round-framed black sunglasses and pinched his fingers back and forth. He raised his eyes and glanced at the person in front of him. "You have a difficult life. Although it is bumpy, you can still accomplish something. If you let go of your obsessions, you can also achieve peace of mind for the rest of your life." Ling He didn't say anything. He took out two red bills from his neat black suit, put them down, and left. Ling He chewed the gum in his mouth, "I never believe in fate."