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"Some things can't be forced, Xingxing, why not let it go?"
Xie Shang set down his paintbrush.
"Do you still remember what the fortune teller said when he read my fortune?"
The fortune teller had said that this generation of the Xie Family had shallow fortunes.
He had told Xie Shang that he had a disaster in his life, but he would meet a benefactor.
"Don't you disbelieve in these things?" Su Nanzhi walked closer to look at the painting, which contained deities and demons, their grotesquely twisted bodies half-concealed in smoke and half-submerged in lava.
"I believe now."
Su Nanzhi's gaze moved from the painting to Xie Shang.
"The person who saved me at the Guan Family that year was Wen Changling. Because of me, she lost her hearing."
This revelation shocked Su Nanzhi.
