Beg His Pardon

It was not shaping up to be Liu Yao's year. Yan Zheyun wasn't sure whether it was bad fengshui or Liu Yao born under a star that clashed with Tai Sui  this lunar calendar or some other esoteric astrological reason that he couldn't comprehend. But one problem after another seemed to crop up, as though an invisible hand was driving the plot of 'Hurt Me in a Million Ways' forward despite his best efforts to treat this universe like it was a real one. 

Maybe destiny was just a badly written storyline in someone else's reality. If Yan Zheyun kept thinking like that, he was going to give himself an existential crisis sooner or later.