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　　TL: Zhao

　　Editing: Krisaia

　　'Did the lines on my palm change?' Li Yiming was not well-versed in palm reading, but he did understand the basics, such as the basic trio consisting of the love line, the career line, and the lifeline.

　　As Li Yiming examined his palm, he realized that his love line was split into two halves, his career line gradually faded away as it progressed, and his lifeline was split into seven parts, one of which was barely visible.

　　"The person you're looking for is… here!" The fortune-teller pointed at the middle of Li Yiming's palm and slowly pushed Li Yiming's fingers back into his palm to form a fist.

　　"This…" Li Yiming interpreted the message in two ways: the first was that the key to finding Liu Meng lied in the changes of his palm, and the second was that ultimately, he was able to take control of his own destiny.

　　"Master…"

　　"Say no more…" The fortune decided to stop with a smile, fearing that he might misspeak.

　　"Thank you, master." Li Yiming said as he saw the man staring at the sky. He knew just what the master "implied" and expressed his grat.i.tude.

　　"It's good that you're so understanding." The fortune-teller let out a sigh of relief as he resolved to master the basics of fortune-telling so he would never have to face such a predicament again.

　　As Li Yiming pondered over the fortune teller's words, he turned around and started walking away.

　　"Wait!" The fortune-teller suddenly yelled out.

　　"Is there anything more you want to say?" Li Yiming asked in confusion.

　　"Didn't you forget about something?" The man was even more baffled by Li Yiming's reaction.

　　"Forget about what?" Li Yiming's mind too preoccupied with swirling thoughts for him to understand what he might have forgotten.

　　"Well…" The man did not want to ruin his image by outright demanding for compensation.

　　"You need to leave me with something."

　　"Something? What?" Li Yiming still could not understand what the fortune teller wanted.

　　'Are you serious? Is this guy dumb?' The man was growing impatient.