The curtain of the fortune-telling house was lifted by the night wind and then fell back down. The solitary owner of the house stood outside, admiring the distant fireworks show, with the "Lovers" tarot card in her hand slowly curling under her fingers' pressure.
"The symbol of joy, the Tarot card is upright, accompanied by the 'Nine of Cups' and the 'Star'. The peach blossom luck in the destiny palace is activated—'Guard the heart to turn auspicious', at this very moment, 'It's suitable for pouring out one's heart'. Hmm, it seems he should have been successful in his confession."
The owner murmured softly.
Passersby who happened to overhear were stunned.
So this is a confession with fireworks, huh? But that's not important right now. The important thing is, what did that Tarot Master just mutter?!
Where did this lead me, is this still tarot reading?
