The man laughed and looked at Beitang Chuxin as though looking at a fool: "Haha, seeing her? You think it's still the same as before? You think you can still boss him around? She is now cherished by Kang Chen in the palm of his hand, even losing a single hair is painful for him. If you want to see her, depends on whether they are willing to see you."
Beitang Chuxin looked down at her own hand. The lines on her palm were a mess, unlike others who had clear, distinct lines. Fortune tellers said people with such a chaotic palm had a difficult fate and would generally not have a good time.
But she didn't believe in destiny. Look at her now, she was a princess, and she had a better life than many people.
Many people's lives are in her hands, like the person standing in front of her right now.
So, Beitang Chuxin never believed in fate, nor superstitions.
