This doesn't even need the Host to interpret the fortune stick; Ling Hua could discern the portent of doomed romance from it all too easily.
Her expression turned ugly as she once again snapped the stick with a "snap," and as the fortune fractured, she threw the remnants into the incense burner. Turning to Yan Qing with a voice gentle as water, she said, "Brother, again, this stick is also inaccurate."
Host: "..."
It wasn't that he was reluctant to see perfectly good fortune sticks being broken; it was just that he had never seen anyone like this, who would snap the fortune sticks on the spot if they were displeased with the draws.
Yan Qing opened his eyes and glanced at Ling Hua. Seeing the stubborn look in her eyes, he chuckled softly, nodded his head, and obediently shook the fortune sticks cylinder, tipping another stick out.
Ling Hua bent down to pick it up and nearly lost her breath in exasperation upon reading the words "Separate Hearts" on the stick.
