The old fortune teller smiled.
"This old man has been telling fortune for his entire life. Sometimes I get it right, sometimes wrong, but this time…" he studied Yan Huan's face once more. "I'm almost certain I'm right."
"Out of goodwill, I have some advice for you," he said. "Everything in this world is predestined. Revealing things about the future will court divine retribution. Somethings are better left undone, and some things unsaid."
"Otherwise, you will be the one to suffer in the end. Think more carefully about your actions."
Lu Yi's fingers tightened around the wheelchair handles, his joints cracking noisily until there was a loud snap, as though it was his heartstring that had snapped.
Disconsolate, he continued pushing the wheelchair forward, treading on heavy steps.
