"—You Shisan, Jin Yuan. You have good fortune—your future is bright, joyful, and peaceful,"
the diviner at the small stall said with a smile. He wore a frightening robe, and his gesture of tapping the young man's shoulders who stood in front of his stall meant a blessing in Ming Hui.
The rain poured down rapidly, hitting the propped-up canopy and creating a crisp "pitter-patter" sound.
With an umbrella in hand, the young man placed Silver Coin on the diviner's table.
Standing by his side, a girl with tea-colored curly hair was waiting.
"You're a foreigner, aren't you?" The diviner, cheerful upon seeing the Silver Coin, casually suggested, "Why not visit the central square? There's an Awakening ceremony going on, and everyone is overjoyed."
"Aren't you going?" Su Ming'an asked.
