Fortune-telling?
Tang Jin was particularly sensitive to these words, and she subconsciously lifted her little head.
The golden ginkgo leaves at night swayed slightly under the warm white light, transitioning from golden yellow to orange-yellow.
The shadows of the trees and the ripples of the pond water tumbled, and the occasional pear tree leaves drifting down like butterfly wings startled the pond full of fat fish trying to prove themselves.
With a few splashes, these nimble Little Fatties burrowed to the bottom of the pond.
Two young girls walked side by side.
Both were just over twenty years old.
The one who had been speaking was dressed quite lavishly, with pride in every curve of her brows and eyes.
The girl beside her named Miaomiao was much more straightforward. Unlike the flashy attire of the other girls around, she wore a fluffy dress that wrapped her up tightly in the cold air of the approaching winter, looking warm and snug.