Ye Xunhuan once had his fortune told by a street fortune-teller sitting on a small stool under a footbridge. The fortune-teller told him that he was fated to have strong romantic luck. Upon hearing the phrase "romantic luck," Ye Xunhuan was overjoyed. In his view, romantic luck was an absolute blessing for a man, so he immediately tipped the fortune-teller ten yuan and left without waiting for him to finish speaking.
Now it seems that this "romantic luck" mentioned by the fortune-teller must be the kind that brings disaster, the sort that requires a talisman to resolve.
What a pity, he blamed his youthful impulsiveness for not waiting to hear the whole prediction; otherwise, he would definitely have been able to ward off this romantic disaster.
And now, the disaster of romantic luck had come true, and he couldn't find any way to resolve it.
One truly digs one's own grave; Ye Xunhuan finally understood that now.
