Capital Hua Mansion, beneath the bustling and lively overpass.
Here, people come and go, bustling and lively.
There are parents simply holding signs to find partners for their children, and fortune tellers and old mystics sitting on small stools.
Some local gentlemen are wearing white vests, shorts, and slippers, leisurely wandering around nearby.
And amidst this bustling scene, two stylishly dressed young women are chatting with an old blind man at a stall.
"Master, everyone says you're accurate in fortune-telling, is that really true?"
Unperturbed, one of the young women squats down, curiously examining the old blind man opposite her, seemingly trying to determine if he's really blind or faking it.
The other young woman, though helpless, can only accommodate her friend, standing behind her to look around.
"Whether the old blind man is accurate depends on whether you believe it."
"Believe it, and it exists; don't believe it, and it doesn't."
