Bad Luck? I Rely on Goodwill to Exchange for Luck

I dressed as the evil star who killed my three fiancés, and my luck was so low that the system advised me to go out less often. As compensation, it gave me an ability: the ability to see other people's luck. The purple air coming from the east is the beloved of heaven, the black clouds are the dying person - but I am the cloudless silence, pure and pure. Until that day, a man broke through the roof of my house and fell into my bathtub. His whole body was filthy, and all his memories were lost. Only the golden light of luck on his head shot up to the sky, and his eyes burned like the scorching sun. My mother slapped her thigh: "Just say he is your lost fiancé!" The whole town is betting on how soon this beautiful fool will be killed by me. But he himself held the corner of my sleeve tightly, his eyes clean and stubborn: "Don't drive me away." Later, those sons of destiny who had great luck became crazy about me one after another, and offered me treasures just to exchange my smile.