The wind and snow were boundless.
Swish...
A black sedan cautiously made its way on the road.
The director drove carefully, craning his neck, staring at the road ahead.
"Xiaohui, does the wound still hurt?
Which hospital are we heading to? The Third or Fifth Hospital? They're about the same distance."
Dong Yunhui sat in the passenger seat, lifting the bandaged gauze, staring in a daze at the ghastly red wound on his palm where the flesh flipped outward.
His palm had various lines: marriage lines, affection lines, life lines, wisdom lines... along with some short and long lines, some straight, others curved, some branched. At this moment, nearly all these lines were severed by the hideous wound with flip-out flesh. His fate line, life line, wisdom line, success line... everything was fragmented beyond recognition.
He fixated on the injured palm, his mind racing.
This is divination!
The meaning of this divination is...
Life and death anomaly?
