Ji Qingwei's expression ignited with excitement. "Godfather!"
It was indeed her godfather!
He had truly come to save her. She had always known she wouldn't be abandoned.
Ji Qingwei fell to her knees, clutching at the hem of his pants, and sobbed softly, pleading, "Godfather, please save me! She—she has taken back my luck! You said before that once luck is stolen, it can never return!"
"I miscalculated," he shook his head. "There are always variables in life. I never expected such a peculiar thing to happen."
Luck transfer was indeed irreversible.
Yet, it was undeniable that the Lady of Luck was just that—the heavens were watching over her.
"Godfather, you must have a way to help me reclaim my luck, right?" Ji Qingwei bit her lip, her voice barely above a whisper. "Even if you can't get it back, you can still kill her!"
