Tang Chuxia quickly finished her shower and rushed out.
She felt like a monkey in a zoo, being repeatedly watched by people as an animal.
Surrounded by a few kids who insisted on checking if she had put on a layer of face powder, such an experience was something she absolutely did not want to go through a second time.
Being the first to come out, she was drying her hair with a towel while waiting for her family, but she didn't expect to be disturbed.
"Amitabha, does the young lady want to have her fortune read?"
Tang Chuxia sized up the old monk in front of her, and a person came to mind.
She asked back with interest, "So besides fortune telling, what else can you do?"
The bald monk rotated the beads in his hand, his chubby, big-eared face full of compassion.
"Naturally, it depends on what the young lady wants to see!"
Tang Chuxia twirled the ends of her hair with her fingers and tilted her head to tap her forehead, "My fate!"
