Having just finished breakfast, a graceful figure came running over in quick little steps. It was Miss Xue, the young woman who had come to have the little Daoist tell her fortune yesterday.
She jogged over, looked at Tang Yu, then glanced around before asking, "May I ask where Daoist Dugu went?"
"Daoist Dugu?"
Tang Yu smiled. "He had something to take care of. He'll be back after a while. Miss Xue, are you here to have your fortune told again?"
"No... I have something I'd like to discuss with Daoist Dugu."
Xue Xiaoliang felt as though her thoughts had been seen through, and a trace of shyness flashed across her face.
Tang Yu could not help sighing in admiration at the sight.
A girl was never more beautiful than when she lowered her head in shy embarrassment.
"Then sit here and wait for him. He'll probably be a little late. Oh, by the way, would you like me to read your palm and tell your romantic fortune?"
Tang Yu asked with a cheerful grin.
Xue Xiaoliang hesitated. She had already met someone she liked—did she really need her romantic fortune told?
If it said he was destined to be hers, that would naturally be wonderful.
But if it said otherwise, what then?
After wavering for a moment, Xue Xiaoliang still shook her head. Sitting down, she smiled and said, "It's better to let nature take its course. Some things lose their beauty when you know them too soon."
"Miss Xue, you really know how to live in the moment. Here, have some sunflower seeds."
"Thank you. What should I call you, big brother?"
"Brother Yu from the streets."
"The streets?"
It was Xue Xiaoliang's first time hearing such a phrase. Thinking she might have misheard, she simply stopped dwelling