The customers in this shop are mostly pretty girls with quiet personalities.
They always speak softly, as if afraid of disturbing others.
Ding Yumin took a liking to two kinds of perfume powder, one with lotus scent and the other with kite scent.
Both flowers have a fresh, natural, and long-lasting fragrance, but the lotus has a cool fragrance while the kite flower has a warm fragrance.
Ye Wan is always cheerful, like a little sun; the iris flower would suit her better.
Ding Yumin placed two kinds of face powder in Ye Wan's hand and let Ye Wan choose for herself.
Ye Wan sniffed the air and indeed chose the scent of the iris.
Having bought everything, the two ate some snacks on the street and happily prepared to go home.
Ye Wan held a candied hawthorn in her hand and ate it as she walked.
A shout caught her attention.
"Fortune telling, fortune telling, no money if it's inaccurate!"
A few people were gathered around the fortune teller's stall, praising his uncanny predictions, which attracted a large crowd.
But strangely enough, not everyone who does fortune telling does so.
It is said that the fate of those destined to be together is only calculated.
His build looked odd; he was so thin he was almost womanly, and his facial expression was stiff, as if his face were fake.
Ye Wan dragged Ding Yumin over to join in the fun.
Just then, a fortune teller was telling Ma Wei's fortune.
The fortune teller said, "Young man, you have a benefactor in your life. As long as you follow this benefactor, you can have a smooth life, but that's all."
Ma Wei was initially quite pleased to hear that he was destined to have a benefactor, but the fortune teller's prediction that this was the only such person he would ever have made him somewhat uncomfortable.
"Does the gentleman mean that although I have benefactors in my life, I can only live an ordinary life?"
The fortune teller smiled and said, "A smooth life is already a rare blessing. If one is greedy, disaster may befall them."
Although the fortune teller's words were true, Ma Wei still had some doubts: "What kind of disaster?"
The fortune teller opened his eyes, his gaze sharp: "Those who reap what they sow will not live."
Ma Wei was startled, took a step back, cursed a couple of times, and ran away in a huff.
After a short while, he came back cursing and threw two mid-grade spirit stones at the fortune teller.
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