In the few days since I returned from my business trip, my girlfriend hadn't met me once. She said my birthday would be in a few days and that she was secretly preparing a special surprise for me.
Yet just when I thought everything was calm, my girlfriend's mother came to see me and revealed a secret that shattered my peace.
She told me that she'd had the exact same dream for three consecutive nights—there was a master living in seclusion deep in the mountains who wanted to meet her. So she went to the spot from her dream in the mountains and knelt in prayer for three days. Finally, the master appeared. After reading her natal chart, he declared that my girlfriend's fate was closely tied to mine—her celestial destiny was bound to me. The master warned that if I drifted apart from her, her life would be in grave danger.
My girlfriend's mother spoke in a trembling yet resolute voice, "Heaven's will shouldn't be revealed, for it would bring retribution. But for my daughter, I'm willing to bear all the consequences alone."
She also relayed the master's exact words: "You are both her calamity and her salvation. The outcome lies in human effort; success or failure hinges on a single choice."
Hearing this, an indescribable shock surged through me. Looking back, whenever my girlfriend was by my side, her panic attacks clearly lessened—she even seemed as calm as an ordinary person. Could this really be just a coincidence?
Just as I was lost in thought, a nightmare unfolded.
That night, my girlfriend suddenly locked herself in the bathroom. From inside came the loud sounds of collisions and shattering objects. My heart sank. I smashed the door open and saw her slashing her wrist with a shard of broken glass! I lunged forward instantly, held her tightly in my arms, and wrenched the glass from her hand.
At that very moment, my girlfriend's mother called in a panic. Her voice was frantic: "The master just sent word! Her dominant celestial position has shifted—she's now weak and vulnerable, and evil forces have taken hold! Hurry! Keep her away from the moonlight and close the curtains!"
I rushed to yank the curtains shut, but my girlfriend suddenly looked up, her eyes vacant, as if controlled by some invisible force. The moment her gaze fell on the moonlight, her pupils glazed over—she had suddenly gone blind!
My heart felt like it was about to burst. She thrashed around wildly, as if possessed by an evil spirit. Those twenty minutes of agony felt longer than a lifetime. Finally, the light returned to her eyes, and her vision miraculously recovered.
By then, her mother's voice on the phone was trembling: "It was the master… he performed a ritual to stabilize her condition for now."
My clothes were soaked through with cold sweat as I looked down at my weak girlfriend in my arms. A voice in my mind grew clearer and clearer—this wasn't just a simple illness. It was a conspiracy intertwined with fate and destiny.