I'm going to die!
What kind of bad luck is this girl walking under today? She drew eight lots in a row, and they were either middle or lower fortunes, and none of them were good. They were all about unrequited love, heartbreak, tears, wilted flowers, and other ghastly things.
If she keeps drawing, she's going to cry! Not Nangong Yan, but Suming will cry. Starting from the third lot, every time Nangong Yan drew an unlucky lot, she would grit her teeth and pinch him hard. It really hurt!
"Stop, stop, stop, I know what's going on!" Suming yelled, rubbing his leg, and stopped Nangong Yan from drawing the ninth lot.
"Why? Are you messing with this?" Nangong Yan's expression was ferocious. If there had been a blower to make her hair flutter in the wind, she would look exactly like a white-haired witch.
