Tong Ran walked to the small stall, and the elderly man sitting there looked up at her, "Young lady, want a fortune reading?"
"Yes," Tong Ran nodded, inexplicably wanting to try, "I want to draw a lot and see."
The elderly man took out some paper and a pencil from the table, "What do you want to predict?"
"Everything."
"Alright," the elderly man handed her the paper and pencil, "write down the birthdate and name of the person to be predicted."
Tong Ran nodded, writing down her and Mo Nanjue's details. Halfway through, she turned her head and saw the man looking at her from the side. From afar, he was still the most dazzling among everyone.
She smiled slightly and continued to write.
"Alright, here you go."
"Hold on." The elderly man took the paper, glanced at it, and then took out two round tubes from under the table, "Young lady, pick one."
Tong Ran casually pointed, "This one."
